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Very It was hard to believe, all the pretty girls in the area had made advances at him, and all had been kindly turned down. These were Maweza s Finest, that any hot blooded male wanted, and wished, to be associated with in any way be it as a friend or lover, or just an acquaintance, the goal of course being the pleasure of being locked between those curvaceous thighs. For that is the nature of the world, or males at least: whatever they do, whatever they achieve or wish to, it s all to have the most beautiful and sexy female(according to their tastes of course) under them, or on top, as fetish would permit. But not this young bloke, he had friends in all the right places that would afford him the pleasure of any girl he desired, of course not discounting his good looks and charm. He would be seen in the company of the cheese boys, charmer boys, the famous, the rich and the BEEs and the entourage of ladies with them. The ladies always outnumbering these young men or old men in other cases, perhaps so that the guys would have choices, for that is what the struggle was for right? For us to have freedom of choice, it s called democracy I think. He, however, never took advantage of these choices. So, naturally, it was a widely held belief that he was gay. The signs where there for all to see: being the only son with 4 sisters, older nogal; the way he easily befriended girls rather than guys; pretty looks; a deep voice - ask anyone from Maweza and you ll know that all the gays there are blessed with very manly voices. There were many more signs that only a Maweza born and bred would understand. So what s wrong with him? How do you mean? Rejecting all of you And why do you leave yourself out? Me? Never been so crazy about him like all of you people I guess that s why he was your farewell partner He looks good in a suit, and me in...well, anything, so perfect match. Nothing more. What about back at the lodge? You know I don t kiss and tell Kiss and tell my foot! Nothing happened, there were other people there you know It s not like you any better Hey hey hey! He turned me down like everybody else. I m not denying that That was as true as truth gets, no girl in the whole area could claim ever being with him without risking ridicule. Only his closest friends knew or had an idea who he had bedded, and none was from Maweza or the surrounding areas. Though believed and proven, by the infallible gay-radar system of Maweza, gay, the guys were never at ease with him around. Never saying much, when he did utter something the audience would be left in stitches or in deep thought. The moments of deep thought were almost always followed by more humour, just to lighten the mood again. Able to smoothly take the conversation to its highs and lows, a superb blend of humour and thought provoking talk, almost like a satirist the Zapiro of talk. The girls were drawn to him, and not just for his good looks because truth be told Maweza was abundantly blessed in that department. Once he was left alone with them he was all humour and flirty, no more sports and politics, or politricks as he so famously called them. His hands always around the waists of the two girls on either side, sometimes making the great trek down south to those soft yet firm round ample buttocks Afrikan women are so abundantly blessed with, and Maweza ladies were no exception. These tendencies fuelled the suspicion that he was playing gay to attract girls to him and then strike. Like the ageing King Lion in a
folktale that played sick and ate all the animals that came to show sympathy to their dying King of the jungle, but these guys were the Jackal that saw through all this. So...? So what? He s not gay, God knows he is not the religious type And he s no fool Probably the smartest guy we know Not to mention hot Is this his fun club meeting or something? What s up with him? Isn t it always? What s up with him...more like what s happening with his life? Like he would say Ha ha ha, funny. SPIT IT OUT! He s in love In love? Always been No ways. With who? Who else...? You lie Yes way I should ve known We all should ve. Sure they should ve, and they did, just couldn t admit it, or feared that should they dare admit it, it would happen. And it sure did. He always had a soft spot for this girl, forever trying to protect her from the heartbreakers who guise themselves as God s gift to women. To the outsider and most guys, straight that is, it was clear that he loved this girl to bits, but to the rest it was just another brother-sister relationship he had with all his girl friends. The girls wouldn t dare entertain the idea that it could be her and not them. Her of all people? Nope. It can t be. By any standard she wasn t the prettiest of girls, nor the sexiest. She was voluptuous yes, and quite cute but that s how far you would go raving about her features, nothing compared to these sex goddesses. So why her? Personality maybe? Apart from her apparent innocence there isn t much to write home about there, just an average girl. And she s known for dating over-the-hill guys, well, only a couple but still, he s way out of her league. He is at the pinnacle, and if he s moving it can only be higher if that s possible. So, at the risk of sounding like a scratched CD, why her? It s a messy thing this love business. Tricky indeed. She s had a crush on him since forever Who hasn t? So are they dating now? Nope What? Not anymore Anymore? Ja. Chat later, got to go No don t go Bitch! She thought, logging off when things are just hotting up. What did she mean not anymore? It could only mean they d been dating. Under carpet presumably, but for how long? She might have been the best news source, but not the only source. Try someone else sure to know about this, and she knew just the person. Not on the level of her previous source, but certainly in the same league. Unfortunately, she is still in the dark ages and will have to be called. That s my song, she thought listening to the phone on the other end as it rang Maputo Song, a hit that was at one stage Maweza s anthem, you d hear it from every house, car, cell phone...pretty much wherever music
could be played. Whys she taking so long to answer? This song brings back memories not so long forgotten, memories of... Hello? Hi choma, I don t have enough airtime so be quick. What do you know about... Ha ha ha! Got you didn t I? Can t come to the phone right now so please leave your name and num... Bitch! She thought as she hung up. It wasn t the first time she got her; maybe she held the phone so long without an answer because of the song or the excitement of the news. News she had no way of concluding now, damn! That probably was her last cents ill-spent. Balance check: R0.13. she can t even buzz anyone with that, the joys of not being on per second billing. Of course no please-callme s left so late at night, why can t they just allow an unlimited number? So there it was, her last chance of concluding this intriguing drama tonight gone with the wind, she ll just have to wait until she gets to school tomorrow and she ll be in the know. All she can do now is charge her phone and forget about this thing altogether, for now that is. Funny, she thought lying on her bed, how we believe what we want ignoring all the facts proving otherwise. Of course he s not gay, he never was, it s just that we chose to believe it, because...I don t know, it makes us feel good about ourselves. I mean who accepts rejection? Not us. But where do I feature here, am I just a part of us ? Did I really believe it? In my heart of hearts? Okay, enough with the clichés it makes you sound corny. So what? It s not like anyone is reading my mind. Back to the point, did I really? Nah...it was too farfetched, I have a brother and two sisters and he s straight as straight gets, this our brother. So definitely not! But I couldn t go against the us could I? Swimming against the current they call it. Corny... Shut up! But yeah, he s just like my lil bro, growing up with a lot of female influence; it s got nothing to do with their sexuality. Really sucks being the only child left at home, I should go study somewhere else as well... With that she drifted to sleep. The cricket symphony the only reminder that the night wasn t all that silent, and all the other stuff that make a good ending to a good story. And, oh ja...THE END.