Dinner went well.Futhi and mom are the best cookers. I leave the table early to unpack my bags and unfold the clothes so that I can iron them.After they pass through the iron they go straight to the wardrobe.I think about the upcoming week.I wonder if I will be able to fit in.And those women of standards, will I get to meet them again? I hope not.

One I don’t like about them is having to explain yourself to them.What’s my occupation, my love life and your income–last but not least bragging about expensive clothes and glittery adornments. I must say money is wasted in those so called ‘investment’ of housewives. Can you believe that some of those ladies left their well paying jobs and let their baccalaureate degrees be dusted?

I simply can’t imagine myself leaving all my seven years hard work for a mere husband income that could be cutoff anytime daddy decides to look for freshers.Perhaps that the reason why Xolani left. He couldn’t handle the pressure of my hefty salary.

I check if I have received any emails.One is from Xolani whom I am trying so hard to avoid.The guy broke up with me for just not being able to go on a dinner party of his friend.He cared not that there had been an emergency at the hospital.I mean who on Earth does that!

He was and he’s still an arrogant being.I am glad he broke up with me.I scroll down the screen and there’s zilch emails except the one that infuriates me so much.I guess I will have long night due to this idiot’s email.After I blocked him on every social media platform I have he decided to haunt me with his email.

I don’t know how I should block him on my emails too …maybe I should take an initiative and help the inventor of emails have block icon or button. For future purpose you know.I should go to sleep after this long bath.

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It’s a sunny Saturday morning, the atmosphere is good for shopping.Futhi also confirms that we will be running short on groceries this week.This serves as an appropriate time to go to the stores.I want to explore the city as much as possible.Ten years not home means a lot has changed.

Shopping I go –wearing my pair of jeans that curves of my slender figure at right places. I should surely get Xolani and his apologetic email out of my mind. I go for my white pair of sneakers and frilly blouse.I grab my car keys ready to tour the town through shopping.

The streets are buzzing with busy cars and beings.I find my way to the parking lot.There is a car among cars here in the parking lot–it kind of remind me of my late father.Classic, old-fashioned and a flashback of my childhood.It’s a black ( Ford Cortina Mk3 GXL ) car.

I go inside the mall and begin shopping groceries.Figures at Pick’n Pay go up and down, enter and exit the store.After getting a trolley I start with the breakfast shelf and there’s a guy who is standing in between the shelves.It seems as if he doesn’t know where to begin with his groceries.

I focus on what choose for breakfast.He approach me with his trolley that has few items.”Sorry sis.Can you help me with my grocery?”

“I meant making my grocery.My helper is actually on a leave, she is the one who deals with what I eat.So will you please… I beg you”.His voice is like he is about to cry.”Ok bring along your trolley and take whatever I take, you will decide if it’s enough or not” I reply him.

I don’t know why am I helping this stranger.He makes a good use of himself and pick whatever I pick on the shelves. Neither of us is saying a word. It’s like he a child copying a test of another learner.We go around the shop, shopping and end up having no space in both trollies his and mine.

“I should … bring us some baskets for smaller things you might want to add” he says.I head to the toiletries shelves and fix my eyes upon thing such as sanitary pads, soaps and washing powder. I spot this stranger coming towards me with baskets.It looks like he’s gaining his confidence when he reaches the toiletry shelf . “If you want you may take washing powder and things you might want for your toiletries ,” I instruct. We finish shopping and head straight to the tills.

I am now afraid that he might run away and leave me behind with these groceries.Money isn’t a problem obviously I can pay for the two trolleys. What will I do with double- double groceries? I become relieved when he takes his card and pay for them. “Thank you sis.I don’t know how to thank you enough” he says. “It’s a pleasure” I say.

The Ford car belongs to him or I think it could be his.It reminds me of my father. I don’t despise the man just that he became less of my favorite person when he decided to ditch us. But there’s that part of me that still holds the precious memories of him, our little family of four.When it was just the four of us. Me, Futhi , mom and dad.

Back to this old beast owner. I think he is kind of boring to be riding such a car. Maybe he has other toy cars like Porch or perhaps Bentley.It would have been much better if he was a bit of a talker though.Why should I worry about a person whom I don’t even know?

As much as I like cars I should be very much aware of the fact that our tastes are different. I like more of silently screaming cars. BMW for a start , Audi, Bentley and I know Mercedes Benz fanatics are already screaming the cars out their lungs but I have to hurt them emotionally –I don’t like that car. Personally I despise it– it lacks that thing for me.

The world is going to hate for that statement.For the German car I have ill talked about.