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?