At Eyethu Mall food court.
REFILWE: (excited) Chommie! Chommie, is that you?
PORTIA: Refilwe?!
REFILWE: (runs to hug her friend) I almost didn’t recognise you! (steps back) Ho jwang fela
chomm? Woo! You looking so fly, moghel! (admiring Portia’s new outfit)
PORTIA: Danko! (smiling) I’m well, Fifi. I didn’t expect to see a bookworm like you here
during prelims.
REFILWE: Ja, I know, but my mom wanted a few things from the mall, and I needed a break
so… (holds up her hands as if she’s just appeared out of nowhere)
PORTIA: I’m so hungry. Can we please do lunch, friend? On me. (pleading puppy eyes)
REFILWE: That’s so tempting, chomma, but I have so much studying to do today.
PORTIA: Ag, please, chommie? (clasps her hands together) Besides, you’re already here. We’ll
get something quick and easy. Please!
REFILWE: OK, OK! You really know how to twist a person’s arm, don’t you?
PORTIA: (laughs) Great! (links arms with Refilwe) Let’s go!
At Romans Pizza, over milkshakes.
REFILWE: Chomma, I have to ask… (takes a sip of her milkshake through a straw) Shopping bags… (she points to the two shopping bags at Portia’s feet) Some fly-looking clothes… (gestures with a hand as if introducing her to some unidentified audience) Lunch… (takes another bite of her pizza) Yummm! And your hair…Wow!
Portia smiles.
REFILWE: Did you win the lotto or have you got a new sponsor? (gives her friend a
mischievous wink)
Portia, smiling, avoids eye contact.
REFILWE: Chommie?! Ha, chommie! Who is it? I know that our parents can’t afford such, so…?
PORTIA: (under her breath while pretending to cough) Bra Sticks.
REFILWE: (shouts) Ha, chommie! Bra Sticks?!
PORTIA: (hisses at her friend) Keep your voice down! Look, it’s been a tough year at home and
I’m tired of being the girl who can never afford anything.
REFILWE: OK, chommie, mara Bra Sticks?! Isn’t he old enough to be your dad? And what about Tsietsi? That boy is fine! (she grins)
PORTIA: (suddenly irritated) Look, if you’re full, just say so. I don’t need haters in my life right now. And what about Tsietsi?
REFILWE: Askies, chomma. (reaching out to touch Portia’s hand, which is resting on the table) But you know that nothing is for mahala, right?
Portia ignores her as they continue eating.
REFILWE: But seriously, what about the Hunk? My friend, Tsietsi has had the hots for you for as long as I can remember.
PORTIA: Tsietsi is a nice guy and all that, but he can’t afford my needs. (She gently touches her new hairstyle).
REFILWE: Sho! I think the temperature just dropped in here. (She looks around to make her point.)
PORTIA: Fifi, mind your own.
REFILWE: Well, he’s got needs too, chommie, if you know what I mean. (gives Portia a side-eye)
The girls laugh hysterically.
Tell us: should known blessers and sugar daddies be exposed in communities? If so, how?