Relebogile and Mathabo were best friends, nothing could separate them, except for my entanglements with the both of them.

Wherever you saw Relebogile, you didn’t even have to crane your neck, and you’d spot Mathabo. They were like twins, they dressed the same, they spoke the same, they even did the same hairstyles. They were the most strong pair I’d ever seen.

Despite their similarities, physically and somehow, twin-like, their appearances and thoughts couldn’t be more different. Whereas Relebogile was light skinned, Mathabo was dark skinned. Relebogile was average height with a petite slender body, while Mathabo was short with an average body type, probably size 32. Relebogile had one dimple on her left cheek, and the both of them both possessed the same tongue rings.

Relebogile was outspoken, mean, and her attitude and demeanor could make any sane man or woman, lose their mind. Mathabo, was well, the kind one in the friendship. Mathabo was chatty, she loved joking, and laughing. Relebogile spoke her mind, stood up for herself, and she was, strong minded.

As I had previously mentioned, nothing could separate the two girls, who treated each other like sisters, until I came into the picture.

I know I probably sound like the “devil playgirl” right now, but please, the reason I wrote this is because, I need to tell my side of the story. As always, there are always three versions to a story, my side, their sides, and the truth. 

In drafting this story, I’m hoping to unravel my side, while also, trying to tell the truth like it is, without trying to sugar coat anything.

This is the story of how, I got caught in between two best friends.