“I remember in grade ten, I had a girlfriend” Phathu admitted.
“Ok,” I rolled my eyes “You do know almost all guys at that time had a girlfriend of a sort,” I said suppressing a giggle.
“No, not just any girlfriend. My biology teacher was my girlfriend” he said.
“What! That’s a lie” I said incredulously.
“I’m serious!” he exclaimed.
“I just can’t imagine you, charming a woman in her mid-twenties. Ew! You with your wack haircut, baby face, and grey pants, what did she see in you?” this time I full-on giggled.
“More like, what did she see on me,” he demonstrated by grabbing his crotch.
“Sies man! Don’t you see that I’m a girl? I don’t need to know about your sagging package. Don’t do that again” I said while gasping for air.
We were in his studio room where created beats and all. Phathu wanted to create a song with me but now we were having a chat after all that attempt to finish out the ep. We were playing truth or dare and he chose truth.
“This one time, I wanted to take her to festive mall so we can watch a mov–”
“Wena, romantic?” I clapped my hands in shock.
“Shut up or else I won’t finish this story” he warned.
“So, I told my dad I was going to the mall and took my woman to the movies.” He continued
“As we are busy window shopping. My dad sees us. Man, I was about to shit my pants”
“What did daddy dearest say to his son lacing hands with a cougar?” I said humorously.
“I played it cool, he just looked at me and didn’t approach us.” He answered.
“Having an older person as your girl for me is nice. Girls my age complain a lot and want money too much, mara older women want the vitamin D” he said while motioning to his penis.
“You are so disgusting Phathu!” I said as I covered my eyes.
“Mara it’s true. Wena have you ever had feelings for an older guy?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever fancied a teacher before?” he asked.
“NO!” I said before I could even think about it. The idea of me crushing after a grown man in suits with a low job such as teaching revolted me.
“Lies!” Phathu challenged and laughed at me.
“I remember my friends talking about it, none of us would do it”
“Lebo, if you like someone, the occupation they’re in, is the least of your worries. Wena your main concern is the upcoming appointment with his D-”
“Shut up before I smack you!” I warned.
“Eish it’s already two o’clock,” I said while glancing at the clock on his wall
“I have to fetch my mother’s parcel at mam Kwezi’s house. I will see you tomorrow, you silly guy” I hugged him goodbye
“Bye-bye. Bring lunch next time, I’m not your skaftini boy wena.” He joked
“Mara you boy got that yummy yum that yummy yummy” I sang while exaggeratedly rubbing my belly.
“Stop flattering me!” he shouted at my receding figure.
While I was rushing to mam Kwezi’s house, I pondered over my conversation with Phathu. Suddenly, I had a faint memory of this other time in matric. I had encountered a guy I thought I liked but he turned out to be like the rest of them. Trash!