Three days before Sebata Mogomotsi was to return, Gomolemo had made a vow to herself that she was not going to utter even a single word to either one of her friends about Mogomotsi’s proposal. But that didn’t stop her from bragging while they had drinks at the Chisanyama not far from her home.

“So, Gomo when last did you hear from Sebata?” Asked Masechaba.

“I hear from him every day darling, why?”

“Did he tell you anything about being, broke?” Bella interrupted their conversation.

Gomolemo almost choked on her drink, laughing so hard that everyone passing by stopped to stare.

“Broke? Where the hell did you hear that? Please girl, don’t make me laugh. My man is a anything but broke.”

“I’m sorry chomi but he had you fooled. I thought you heard or even saw it on social media. Sebata Mogomotsi is broke, his wife is leaving him and his house in Cape Town is getting so…”

“Wife? What wife? Why are you all so jealous? Isn’t it enough that I’m buying you drinks now with his money?”

“Gomo, we love you and we don’t want to see you hurt. That’s why I took out this newspaper article, everything explains why he would be travelling without any body guards especially in a small tow…”

“Liar! Jealous pathetic liars. How can a broke person just dish out ten I thousand like that? To think he wanted to take all of you as his models, show you a good time, fly you to Dubai and this is how you repay him?”
“Gomo please, just take a look at this…”

“Don’t touch me, you ungrateful cow,” she said pushing Bella away from her.

They all watched her walk away in rage, feeling sorry for her denial. It was all over the news that Sebata Mogotsi was no longer as rich as he used to be. It was predicted that by year end he might not even have a home to go to. He was a man drowning in debts, not forgetting all the women who were suing him for child maintenance.

On Thursday night, Gomolemo made sure to pack only the things she would need. She knew beyond reasonable doubt that even the ones she packed she might not even need any more once she got to Dubai. She couldn’t wait to be famous and glamorous, if only the world doesn’t find out about the two brats, she thought gritting her teeth as she packed.
If there was anything she ever regretted in her life were the two children she brought in the world. They were nothing but useless brats who brought her nothing but three hundred and something from child support grant which couldn’t even afford to pay for her hair.

When she got pregnant with her first born, abortion was no option. She had been impregnated by one filthy rich businessman who she met at a wedding she gate crushed. The fact that he was married never bothered her at all. She knew that once she told him about the baby he would make sure her and the little one were well taken care of. Business Moguls never neglected their children, she always told herself. Until she started calling him and realised he had blocked her calls and texts. Even went to the extent of blocking her on social media.

When her first born, Naledi, was just a few months old an old friend invited her to Joburg where she was told all the rich men lingered there. Only to find that by ‘rich’ her friend meant miners who only wanted prostitutes to enjoy only for a night with and pay peanuts for their services. She continued roaming the streets of Hillbrow in hope that she might one day find herself a rich man.

Until she got tired of fighting for miners and paying the ridiculously expensive rent which she sometimes couldn’t afford. Three months after arriving home she realised she was pregnant and had no idea who her baby’s father was. That was what extremely annoyed her about her little boy. She felt she couldn’t love a child whose father she didn’t know, when naturally she and children just didn’t get along.

Her phone rang while she was in deep thoughts and she couldn’t help but smile when she realised who it was.

“Hey, Daddy!”

“Hello princess, where are the other Princesses? Are you all ready for tomorrow?”

“Eh…uhm love, I miss you and I’m most definitely ready for tomorrow.”

“Okay I’ll send a car over to your place. Tell the others to be there by midday, is that alright?”

“Perfect!”

“Alright sweetheart, tomorrow then.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes babe,”

“I love you,” she said softly!

“You too,” he said before hanging up.

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