You called almost immediately, I turned and looked back at you, you smiled and mouthed,

“Needed to make sure.”

I couldn’t help but smile back, oh my God. How could I have resisted your smooth talking and easy influence on me. My sister always said, a man can’t have it all, beauty, money and a kind heart.

I thought she was jealous, because she was engaged to that ugly and broke cashier from the local supermarket. 

“Zikhona, a man can’t have it all.” She told me, as I told her about you that night.

Mxm! I looked at her jealous face, or maybe she was right? I just thought she was being spiteful, because her fiance could never afford that Mercedes you drove, let alone a dusty old Tazz. 

“You’re just jealous, Ntombizethu! Because your fiance could never be like Mthandeni. You’re jealous because Mthandeni will marry me, with fat cows, while your fiance only brought tired cows, that have swine flu.” I shouted and banged the door, leaving the room we shared.

Looking back, I should’ve listened to my sister, she was right, but I was so blinded by your fake love that I thought, I was invincible. I could see no wrong in anything you did.