As I was performing at the stadium at eight o’clock in the evening, my eyes kept searching for Ms Sibeko. When I was on my third song, which I had written for and dedicated to my girlfriend, I saw her taking a seat in the VIP section. I could see the surprise on Tshego’s face, and I got all electrocuted, literally. I went all crazy and energized. My fans, on the other hand, were screaming their lungs out, and others were waving their hands in the air like I was their god.
As my performance went on, I could see that Ms Sibeko also starting to enjoy herself. So, when I got off the stage, I did not go backstage to meet Tshego like I usually did. Instead, I went to Ms Sibeko, and I sat down next to her, drenching in sweat.
“So? Still think it’s garbage?” I asked her.
“You’re good,” Ms Sibeko admitted while shaking her head.
“Thank you, Precious,” I said with a smile.
“Hey! I’m your teacher! You can’t call me by my first name,” Ms Sibeko said, laughing.
“In the school premises, you’re my teacher. Here, I’m the boss. I call every girl out here by their first names. Hell, I sometimes even call them by my last name,” I said with a smirk.
“That wasn’t bad at all,” Ms Sibeko said with a smile.
I nodded in response, and when I noticed Tshego waiting for me to come over to her, I stood up. “I’ll be back,” I said.
“Where are you going?” Ms Sibeko asked, standing up.
“My girl,” I responded, pointing over at Tshego. Ms Sibeko nodded then slowly sat down.
“You invited her here?” Tshego asked when I got to her. I nodded in response, and she laughed, then she kissed me. “You’re crazy. We’re still going to the guesthouse, right?” she asked.
“Yeah … But I have to leave by two o’clock. I have a gig,” I said.
On hearing my statement, Tshego untangled herself from our hug. “What did I expect?” she said.
“We can still go,” I said, holding her hand.
“For what? Two hours? Do you even want this relationship, Lesego?” Tshego asked.
“I do,” I said.
“Well then, prove it!” Tshego shouted, walking away from me.
“Where are you going?” I shouted.
“Home,” Tshego shouted back.
“I have already booked a room for us,” I shouted.
“Go with your music,” Tshego shouted again, walking and disappearing through the crowd of people. I sighed, and went back to sit with Ms Sibeko. When I got there, we spoke, drank, smoked, and laughed, and I felt like I was not with my teacher, but my peer.
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The following day, I woke up at the guesthouse. My head felt too big for my body, and I felt myself naked. There were clothes all over the floor, and empty beer and cider bottles in the room. I felt my heart beating fast.
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