Part 3

I am woken up by loud bangs outside, my phone is next to me so I grab it to check the time, oh I still have at least an hour to wake up and get ready for work but I know I won’t be able to fall asleep again, so I get out of bed, take my robe and get ready, but first I look out the window to see where the bangs came from. I don’t see anything on this street so I guess whatever it is happened on the other street.

I make my bed, brush my teeth and walk to the kitchen to make my lunch and what I will eat in the evening while listening to music. Maverick City Music are my morning jams in fact any Gospel Music because trust me for me to get through the day and life in general it’s all God. After cooking I make my way to the shower, dress up and walk out. When I get towards the gate I see a car parked right outside, I get scared and start walking slowly hoping and praying someone will come out and walk out with me because now I am scared, with that bang I heard in the morning I think of turning back before someone opens the door and it’s the foreign guy. I didn’t know he had a car.

“Good Morning mama, I had to come take you to work before I go to the airport” He says “Morning, oh you know you didn’t have to right? It’s only 4 blocks away and I need the walk” I say as I stand in front of him. Damn this guy smells nice “I know, you will walk home after work, this is like a ‘see you later’ ride” he says walking to the passenger door to open it, I enter and he closes the door and walks to the drivers side “So how was your night mama?” he asks as he drives slowly, and this is how I will get to work late today, he will make sure of it “Okay thanks how about yours?” I ask.

“I would have slept better with you sleeping on my chest” he says. Why do guys have to be so cheesy though, “oh” I say and focus on the long route we are taking, “Don’t worry I will get you to work on time, I just want to buy you breakfast” he says ” You don’t have to, I don’t really eat anything in the morning, I still feel full from the previous night’s meal” I reply. “Well you will eat during tea time, lunch or anytime” he says as he drivers thru McDonalds, well I guess I am eating this morning.

You might be asking yourself why I call him ‘foreign guy’ and not his name, well he told me his name and I forgot it because I didn’t think he would last a month, now I feel bad and hope one of his friends will call him and then I won’t have to ask him ‘what’s your name again?’ and I also don’t know his nationality because I didn’t ask. If I am being honest with you I didn’t bother asking him anything the day we met because I was not interested in him to begin with, not saying I am now, but I enjoy his company when he walks me home.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks bringing me back to the land of the living “I am just thinking about your Mother and praying everything is alright when you get there”, “So that I can come back to you? ” he says cutting me off. “No, it seems like you are close with her, I don’t know what I would do if I loose either one of my parents” I say “Oh I’m hurt, thought maybe you will miss me” he says “you can drop me off here I have to get coffee for my boss” I say ignoring what he said. “Ok mama” he says stopping and opening the door, I see that he is coming to my side to open the door and I beat him to it, “goodbye hug?” he says

I hesitate a little but go in for it, “I love you so much mama & I will miss you” he says letting me go and kissing me on the cheek. “Travel safely” I say “I will call you when I arrive, please answer” He says walking me to the door “I will. Go, before you miss your flight” I say opening the door to the Coffee shop and entering “Morning, Can I have the usual please?” I say to the barista that I stood up yesterday, “Morning coming right up” he says walking away, I stand there busy playing with my phone “R33” he says putting it on the counter.

Ok this right here is weird, but I am not going to entertain it. I pay up and walk out to see foreign guy still parked outside, I wave and enter the building, only then do I see him driving off. I sit on my desk and start doing my Job, by lunch time I go to sit on the benches outside the office and start eating my food while strolling through my phone. Yes you guessed right I don’t have friends, I had a bad experience once when someone I trusted and called a friend and sister stole the guy I was dating, she told him all sorts of lies about me to a point he started dating her, when I found out he was cheating and confronted him, he broke up with me and body shamed me in the process with her there acting all surprised, and the fact that she stayed the night telling me, he is not worth my tears and that I deserved better when she knew she was the one he was cheating on me with still hurts me to the core, how could one be so blind? It was happening right in front of me but I was too blind to see.

I guess I trusted her too much, I wanted a sister so bad, I didn’t think she would do anything to hurt me. I am an only child, my parents are old. I am what they call a miracle child. My mother was 47 and my father 53 when I was conceived, they struggled to have children in what is called their ‘child bearing age’ so when they found out I was on the way they didn’t believe it because they had given up.

My relationship with my parents is like that of grandparents not parents per say because I don’t like telling them when things are bothering me because they are old, I don’t want to stress them and with the family I have I’m all alone, I really wish I had a sister or brother. “So what happened Yesterday?” a voice says from behind me, when I turn around it’s the Barista I think he saw me sitting here and decided to come over to interrogate me. “I had to go out with my boss” I say and get back to scrolling.

“Why didn’t you come over after work to at least tell me why you stood me up” he says. “I figured I will see you today and I am ain’t I?” I say, he is still standing behind me so I turn to face him “So you are now dating Congolese guys?” He says. The tone in his voice and his facial expression makes me feel that this isn’t going to end well. He looks disgusted, like he is talking to or seeing trash. My gosh, what is this now? Q & A? This guy “And if I am, how is that any of your business? I say standing up and walking back to the office trying to avoid whatever it is that is brewing.

“The only thing they want from South African girls is a  citizenship, you know that right? He doesn’t love you” He says walking behind me “He doesn’t love you, they all have wives back home they are only using you. I really thought you were different, I thought you were smart Melissa, I really did, but like the rest of them you are stupid, hoeing yourself to them because you are after what? money? , a fancy and flashy lifestyle? ” he says and I stop on my tracks.

The audacity, I turn around and start walking slowly towards him, now I am pissed, like really Pissed. I’m a calm person normally but when you start disrespecting me, you get a reaction from me and it is not always a nice one. “I’m going to say this once and you are going to listen to me, and listen carefully because I don’t repeat myself, I am not your girlfriend or friend for that matter, neither am I related to you. I don’t know who died and gave you the right or the idea to think you can come here and talk to me like that. Laughing & communicating with you doesn’t give you the right to dictate how I live my life and who I allow in it. Now you are going to take this insolence behavior back to that Coffee shop and leave me the hell alone”.