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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:46pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
continuation* * * * They were heading out of the township now and onto the freeway that led down to the coast. “Aren’t you hot?” he asked her. “In that gear, I mean.” Busi looked down at her school soccer shirt. She was feeling hot in it. She shouldn’t be shy about taking it off. As she pulled it over her head, revealing the skimpy T- shirt she had on underneath, she felt him watching her. It made her tummy flutter with excitement. She wound down the taxi window. That was better, cooler. The wind rushed in around her and she put her head back and laughed. Parks laughed too, pleased that she was so happy. “Good,” he said. “You shouldn’t hide what you should be sharing. Now, where would you like to go?” |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:43pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:39pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Chapter 3
“Something’s happened
to you,” Asanda said at
school the next morning.
“Not that I know of,” Busi
lied. They were trying to
finish their homework
before the siren went off,
and it was Busi’s turn to
press her book against
Asanda’s back.
“You could’ve fooled me,”
Asanda went on.
If there was anyone who
could read people, it was
Asanda. She always knew
when something was
going on with Busi – she
would have to be careful.
Asanda knew her too
well. She could tell that
Busi had a secret she
wasn’t sharing. And Busi
wasn’t ready for Asanda
to know – not Asanda, or
Lettie, or anybody for
that matter. They might
spoil it for her. They
might try to stop her
from seeing Parks.
“Is something wrong?
Are you upset because
we were in the talent
show? I know it must be
difficult for you. You
know you can tell me
anything.” Asanda
sounded concerned.
“I do know that,” said
Busi.
“Good! Now, can you
hurry up? My back’s
going to break. I feel like
a donkey.”
“Finished!” Busi
announced, shutting her
Maths book.
“Phew! At last!” Asanda
replied, stretching. “Did
you do number 5? It was
so hard. I felt like my
brain was exploding.”
“I left it out,” said Busi.
“Why don’t you ask
Unathi to help you? He
told me he finished all of
them. You know how
clever he is,” said Asanda,
as Lettie came up and
joined them.
“Yes, Busi. You’re the only
one he’d give answers to.
If you asked nicely, of
course,” Lettie chipped in.
“I swear he just doesn’t
know how to tell Busi
that he likes her,” Asanda
laughed.
“What happened to his
girlfriend in Jozi?” said
Busi. Last term she had
caught Unathi staring at a
photo of a very pretty girl
and she had been filled
with jealousy. It seemed
like such a long time ago.
Things had changed so
fast. Everything was
different now.
“You know how people
talk,” Lettie said, “Don’t
believe everything they
say about Unathi.”
“I won’t,” replied Busi.
“And I won’t believe
anything that Unathi
says. Anyway, I’m not
into boys.”
“Oh?” Asanda and Lettie
said together. “It’s like
that, hey?” Busi hadn’t
meant to say anything.
She shouldn’t have
opened her big mouth.
“No, I’m not into boys …
I’m into men.” She tried
to sound casual.
“Men? So Harmony High
boys aren’t good enough
for you any more?”
Luckily the siren went off
before their interrogation
could begin. “Don’t
forget. I’ll meet you at
the gate after school for
soccer practice,” Lettie
reminded her as they
went upstairs to class.
“If you’re not too busy
chasing M-E-N!” Asanda
teased.
* * *
When the final siren went
Busi was the first out of
the school gates. She
waited for Lettie and
Asanda. She decided to
go to soccer and even
changed into her soccer
gear. If she was going to
see Parks, she would
have to be careful. She
would have to make sure
that her friends didn’t
find out. And if she
missed soccer today they
would become
suspicious.
But Mr Ntlanti made
Asanda and Lettie help
him carry books back to
the storeroom after class.
She was alone at the gate
waiting for them when
she heard loud music
from a car radio. She
recognised Busi
Mhlongo’s Zithini iziswe.
Her heart skipped a beat
as Parks’s taxi turned the
corner and cruised to a
stop next to her. She
looked down at her
soccer gear. Oh no, she
thought, he can’t see me
like this. I look like a guy
in this gear, not the
pretty girl he said I was
yesterday. If only I was
wearing my netball
clothes. But it was too
late to run back and
change into the short
skirt that showed off her
legs.
Parks opened the door
and she got in – like she
knew she would. She
looked back quickly.
“Let’s go,” she said, not
wanting her friends to
see her leaving in his taxi.
“In a hurry today?” Parks
teased. “Not the shy girl
of yesterday!” And then,
seeing her worried
expression, he added,
“I’m not complaining! I
like assertive girls.
Assertive and sporty!”
There was a wheezy
cackle from the back of
the taxi. It was the
gaadjie. Today he was
awake, if you could call it
that. He reminded her of
those boys she had seen
under the bridge, with
that spaced-out look
from sniffing glue. It was
like their bodies were
present but their minds
were somewhere far
away. The gaadjie was
lost in the music that
pumped from the
speakers. He swayed back
and forth to the beat. But
when Busi looked at him
he stuck his tongue out
at her. She quickly turned
to the front. He gave her
the creeps.
“Thula wena!”Parks
shouted. The gaadjie
stopped. “He knows
who’s boss, but he’s
crazy,” laughed Parks.
“Remind me to get rid of
him.” Busi didn’t want
him there, leering at her.
It would be so much
better if it were just the
two of them.
“Doesn’t he put the
customers off?” she asked
Parks, whose taxi was
empty again today. It
was strange – usually the
taxis around Harmony
High were packed. Parks
laughed.
“I’m off today,” he said. “I
came here just for you.”
Then he gave her that
easy, sexy smile and Busi
felt her heart beat faster.
As they turned the corner
Busi looked back to see
Lettie and Asanda at the
gate searching up and
down the road for her.
She could have jumped
out then. But she didn’t.
“Why are you so
nervous?” asked Parks.
“Relax. I’m sure they’ll
find a sub for you. On the
other hand it will be
tough replacing someone
as cute and sporty as you
are …” He changed the
music to something slow
and soft. “I’m flattered.
Do you know that? I’m
flattered that you’ve
chosen me. I’d have
thought all the boys
would be after such a
sexy girl.” Busi blushed as
she thought of Unathi. He
wouldn’t even know
what to say to Parks.
Unathi knew nothing of
the world outside his
street. Parks was a man.
He had seen the world,
and Busi wanted to see it
too. Her life had suddenly
got a lot bigger than
Harmony High. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:33pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:27pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATIO... “Yes,” said Busi, trying to see if her granny believed her. “Thank you.” “I was feeling ill myself earlier. I went to the clinic. On the way back I passed some friends of yours from Harmony High. That boy, the nice one, greeted me. You know, the one who helped me carry my shopping that time.” “Unathi?” “That’s it.” Her face lit up, remembering. “He told me you weren’t at school. He was worried, Busi.” Busi thought of how, not so long ago, she had written love letters to Unathi. And how upset she had been when he returned them unopened. He seemed so cool and sexy and all she wanted was to be his girlfriend. But now that she had met Parks, Unathi seemed so young and inexperienced – such a boy. Now she had met a real man. “Why should Unathi worry?” said Busi quickly. “He doesn’t really care about me.” “No? That’s not how it seemed to me.” “What did they say at the clinic, Gogo?” Busi asked, trying to change the subject. “Are you sick? Did they give you something to make you better?” “It’s just my blood pressure. I forgot to take my pills.” “I can help you to remember to take them, Gogo. I can even get a pill box for you. Asanda’s granny has one. It has a place where you put the pills for every day of the week. You can easily see if you have forgotten one.” “That sounds like a very clever thing. Thank you, Busi,” her granny said, taking her hand. “You know something, my child? I like to have you living here with me. I am lucky to have such a kind granddaughter.” Busi smiled and hugged her. “I’m sorry it’s sometimes boring for you,” her granny continued. “But I am blessed that you are such a good girl. I know you would never do anything stupid. Utata Nomama abanangxaki. They have nothing to worry about.” She looked at Busi closely. What did her parents care what happened to her, Busi thought. They had left her here with her grandmother. When last had they phoned her? It was easier for them without her. Hadn’t she heard her mother tell their neighbour that she wished she hadn’t had a baby so young; that Busi had ruined her chances in life? “I’ll go get us some meat for supper,” Busi said. “Before it gets too late.” “Come straight home,” her granny cautioned. Out on the street she felt better. Her head felt clearer. It had been dangerous climbing out of the window and getting into Parks’s taxi – dangerous, but exciting at the same time. She was lucky, she told herself. Things could have gone differently. He could have taken her away, raped her and left her for dead in a ditch somewhere. It had been dangerous. But she knew she would do it again. She heard a shout from the end of the road. It was Lettie and Unathi. They were waving. She waved back. This time when she came up to Lettie she gave her a big hug. “Well done for winning best dancer in the talent show. Mtsalane!” she said. And she was surprised to find that she really meant it. Suddenly it didn’t matter so much that her friends were popular. Now she had something of her own. Something exciting that her friends didn’t share. She had her own thrilling secret – and his name was Parks. “Where did you go?” Unathi asked her. “Why does it matter to you?” Busi said cheekily. “It doesn’t really,” he shrugged. “So, why are you asking?” “Mr Ntlanti wanted to know where you were. I told him you had stomach cramps,” said Lettie. “Phew, thanks,” Busi said. “Didyou have stomach cramps?” Unathi questioned her. “Yes, I did. Do you think I’m lying?” she snapped. “How come you didn’t tell anyone that you were sick?” He wouldn’t leave it alone. He was like a dog with a bone. “Enough with the questions,” joked Lettie, seeing Busi’s face. “Uyadika!”Then, as Unathi walked away, she said quietly, “It’s just because he likes you.” “He has a funny way of showing it,” Busi replied. Where was he last term when I liked him, she thought? With another girl! Busi had bad luck with boys. She thought of Ebenezer. She had dated him until that day when they’d had a terrible fight. He’d pushed her and she had fallen hard onto the tar behind the sports shed. At the sound of her screaming, Asanda and Ntombi had come running and Ebenezer had fled, leaving her with a broken arm. Parks was different, she told herself. He was a gentleman, and so funny and good- looking. He had taken her home when she had asked him to and offered her free rides in his taxi. “Are you coming to soccer tomorrow afternoon?” Lettie asked, interrupting Busi’s daydream. She put her arm around Busi’s shoulders. “You’re the best goalie our team has ever had,” she coaxed. “You know how we lose when you’re not there.” “Maybe.” “We can take the taxi together. I’ll wait outside the gate after school.” “Sure,” said Busi. But as she walked back with the meat for supper, she wasn’t so sure she would be going to soccer. She found herself thinking about Parks again. She couldn’t get him out of her head. Why had he come past Harmony High? Why had he changed his taxi route that day? T.B.C |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:24pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:14pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CHAPTER TWO
Busi stood outside the
shack where she lived
with her granny. She had
to get her story straight
before she went in. Her
grandmother would ask
her a hundred questions.
Where were you? Why
weren’t you at school?
She would say that she
had stomach cramps. Her
granny would believe
that. But when she finally
opened the door and
went inside, she wasn’t
there. Something was
wrong.
Her grandmother was old
and didn’t get out much.
She went to the clinic on
Wednesdays and she had
umgalelowith her friends
on Fridays. But today was
Monday – she should be
at home. Busi went out
into the yard to check if
she had fallen. But the
yard was empty. If she
went to ask the
neighbours, rumours
would fly. No, she would
wait a while and see if
her granny came home.
Perhaps she had gone to
visit a friend. If she came
back after three o’clock
she would never know
that Busi had come home
early.
It was cold lying on her
bed. Their shack was
dimly lit and an icy wind
was blowing through a
hole in the zinc sheeting.
They would have to fix it
before the winter rains. If
only they had more
money. Her mother and
father had gone to Jozi to
look for better jobs, but
they hadn’t sent any
money back. Then she
thought of Parks with his
fleet of taxis. He was rich,
and he liked her. He
made her feel like a
queen and he wasn’t
awkward like the boys at
school. Yes, that was the
difference. They were
boys and Parks was a
man.
She thought of his smile.
What she had done was
dangerous – she knew
that. If she saw him again
she would just keep
walking. But what if he
stopped and opened the
taxi door? What would
she do then?
Parks had joked about
kidnapping her. But it
happened every day. She
read The Sun. There were
so many photos of
children who had gone
missing. She remembered
one little girl’s trusting
face. Her name was
Cheryl and she
disappeared the day
before Christmas. She left
to go to the shop and
never returned. Where
were those missing boys
and girls?
But Parks had taken her
home when she’d asked
him to, and he had
opened the door for her.
He was a gentleman. Busi
fell asleep and dreamed
of him.
* * *
When she woke up it was
already late in the
afternoon. She could
smell the wood smoke
from fires in the street,
and the sweet smell of
roasting meat on the fire
drums. Then she heard
the familiar sound of her
grandmother’s cough,
and the clatter of dishes.
“I wondered if you were
going to sleep until
tomorrow,” her granny
said when Busi pushed
back the blanket that
separated the bedroom
from the kitchen. She
wasn’t sure when her
grandmother had
returned. She wasn’t sure
if she knew that she had
missed school.
“I was feeling ill,” she
said, to be safe. “I came
home early.”
“I know.” Her
grandmother put her
hand against Busi’s
forehead. “Are you
feeling any better now?” |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:11pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:07pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:04pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATION... So he was rich, good- looking and clever. But she shouldn’t be letting him drive her around like this. And she didn’t have taxi fare. “Never talk to strangers, Busi.” That’s what her granny always told her. “And if you are in trouble, call me. Day or night. Uyandiva?” “Ewe, Makhulu. Ndiyakuva,” she always replied. And here she was talking to a stranger and letting him drive her who-knows-where. She didn’t even know his name. “Parks,” he said, as if he had read her thoughts. “My name’s Thando, but my friends call me Parks.” He reached over to shake her hand. His hand was warm … and he held hers a little too long. “What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Busi,” she said. Then she heard a rasping cough from the back of the taxi. She had thought they were alone. Swinging around, she saw a man lying across the back seat. Dirty jeans and a filthy old T-shirt covered his thin body. He coughed again and his whole body shook. Then he spat phlegm out onto his hand and wiped it over his pants. It was disgusting. “Don’t worry about him,” Parks said. “He’s got a problem. I’ll have to get a new gaadjie soon.” She wouldn’t look back again, not even if the gaadjiespoke, she thought. “So, what are you going to tell your teachers when they ask where you were?” asked Parks, as he pulled into a garage to get petrol. “I’ll tell them I’m not well,” Busi said. Right now that was true. She was feeling car sick from the petrol fumes and the thought of the gaadjie on the back seat. When the tank was full Parks asked her, “So, where do you want to go?” And then, “Don’t look so frightened. I’m not going to kidnap you.” “Home,” she said quickly, suddenly fearful of what she had done. “Can you take me home?” “Of course.” He stared at her for a minute. “I mean, if that’s what you want?” She couldn’t look at him; she just nodded. “Here,” she said when they got to her street. She pointed to a house a block away from their shack. The last thing she wanted was for her granny to see her arriving in a strange taxi with a man old enough to be her father. She didn’t stop to think why Parks hadn’t asked her for directions, how he knew where she lived. “Bye, sweetie.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be watching out for you. How does a free ride sound sometime?” “Good,” she said, uncertainly. |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:01pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:51pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATION.... “Let’s give a round of applause for our dream team. We are proud to have three such talented students at Harmony High. They are going to go on to do great things!” Busi had never seen Principal Khumalo so excited. “Ntombi paved the way for Harmony High with the Teen Voice Competition. Now her two friends are proving that they are just as talented.” His words made Busi sick. She was Ntombi’s friend too – her third forgotten friend. There were more announcements – about the soccer game that weekend and the extra lessons that were being offered after school. One of the teachers found a pair of underpants in the girls’ toilets. “Could the person responsible please come forward,” the teacher said. The girls in front of her giggled. They were so childish, thought Busi. She couldn’t wait for assembly to end. Once the teachers left the hall everyone crowded around Ntombi, Lettie and Asanda, wanting to be their new “best friend”. When Lettie turned and smiled and waved at Busi, she couldn’t smile back. She picked up her bag and pushed her way to the back of the hall, where she told a prefect that she needed the bathroom. “ Now,” she said. The prefect nodded. * * * In the girls’ toilets she stared at herself in the mirror. “Why?” she asked her reflection. “Why are you so useless? Why are you so ugly? Why aren’t you talented like your friends?” Tears welled up in her eyes. The clapping in assembly finally stopped. She dried her tears and washed her face. But she wasn’t ready to go back into the hall. What she needed was a way out. And there it was. One of the windows in the bathroom had been taken out to be fixed. She could see the blue sky through it. Her bag went first. She threw it out, climbed onto the toilet and squashed herself through the narrow window frame. Good! She landed in the sand and brushed herself off. Then she picked up her bag and ran for the fence. She lay against it, her heart thumping in her chest. No one had noticed. She stood up again and pushed her way through a hole and out onto the road. Freedom! * * * Then she heard music – the thump, thump, thump of a bass beat as a taxi slowed down and crawled along the pavement next to her. She stopped. Should she turn and run? But where? Back to school? She had no plan. And now the taxi was stopping and the driver was leaning over and opening the passenger door. He beckoned her to get inside. Busi looked back down the street. There was Mr Soci, the Life Sciences teacher, staggering in through the gates of Harmony High – late again, and drunk. He turned around and stared at the taxi. Before he’d had a chance to work out who she was, Busi jumped in. “Running away from school?” the driver asked, jokingly. His shirt was undone to show off a smooth, muscled chest and the gold chain around his neck glittered in the sun. He gave her a lazy, sexy smile. She knew the drivers who stopped at the school on their taxi route and she didn’t recognise him. Why had she never seen him before? She was surprised by how handsome he was. He turned the music down. “Hey, not everyone likesLoyiso. It’s not every girl’s choice,” he laughed. “What’s that?” she said, distractedly. She hadn’t heard him properly, she was worried Mr Soci had recognised her. Was he walking to Mr Khumalo’s office right now to report her? But then Mr Khumalo would smell the alcohol on his breath. “I said,Loyiso isn’t every girl’s fantasy. Is he yours?” “He’s okay,” she shrugged. The street ahead of them was empty. Where was he going, and why was she the only passenger? “Did you get bored with school?” He revved the engine and put the taxi into first. She still had time to open the door and jump out. “I don’t blame you,” he said softly. “You can have much more fun out here. How old are you? You can’t be more than fourteen?” “Fifteen. I’m fifteen,” Busi said quickly, suddenly wishing that she was older and that she wasn’t dressed in her school uniform. They were driving further and further away from Harmony High. He was taking a right, then a left, weaving between the narrow streets in the township. She would never remember the route. “Am I so ugly that you can’t look at me?” he teased. She smiled – she couldn’t help it. Driving around in his taxi felt so much better than some stupid English class. He had stopped to pick her up and he let her sit up front. She was somebody in his taxi, not the untalented nobody she was at school. “So, which lesson are you missing?” He reached over and stroked her cheek lightly with his finger. “English,” she said. “Romeo and Juliet, actually.” “Those star-crossed lovers – like us, baby girl …,” he said softly, his voice silky smooth. She stared at him. “How come a taxi driver knows Shakespeare? Is that what you’re thinking?” he laughed, and Busi felt herself blushing. “Well, I’m not just any old taxi driver. I own a fleet of taxis. And that’s not all …” |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:47pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:42pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Chapter 1
Busi stared at the girls on
the stage. They were her
friends. Why wasn’t she
up there with them? The
answer was simple –
because she hadn’t
entered Hamony High’s
talent competition. She
couldn’t sing like Ntombi,
dance like Lettie, or tell a
joke like Asanda. No, the
only talent she had was
being late for school! A
loud cheer went up
around her: “Usebenzile!”
In front of her Unathi
leapt from his seat and
punched the air. “Yes!” he
shouted. “I knew they
could do it!” He turned
and grinned at Busi
triumphantly. “Aren’t
they great?” Busi looked
away from Unathi’s
stupid, grinning face. She
turned her back to the
platform where Lettie,
Asanda and Ntombi stood
smiling, waving and
blowing kisses at their
adoring fans. T.B.C |
Literature / Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:39pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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