Zandile



Since I came back from my vacation, my phone had been a constant annoyance, relentlessly ringing with calls that I kept avoiding. But as time passed, I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer, so with a heavy sigh, I finally picked up the persistent call that had been haunting me.

The voice on the other end was filled with anger, its sharp tone adding to my anxiety. I had been avoiding this call precisely because I dreaded the confrontation that was about to happen.

“Have you been avoiding me?” the voice shouted, its anger echoing through the phone. I fought the urge to hang up immediately.

“I answered, didn’t I?” I replied, trying to sound assertive despite the bitterness and regret in my voice. Avoiding this call hadn’t made things any better—it only made them worse.

“Did you do what I asked you to do?” the voice demanded, its anger mixed with anticipation.

“Yes,” I admitted, closing my eyes tightly, hoping to push away the memories of what I had done.

Out of anger when I returned from Canada to South Africa, I had foolishly agreed to carry out a terrible act.

I wanted revenge, hoping to make Melusi suffer just as I had when he callously left me for someone else, throwing away our connection like it meant nothing to him. I never thought I would fall for his charm again, but the time I spent with Melusi had stirred up my feelings, making it agonizingly hard for me to follow through with what I promised.

Reluctantly, I had captured moments on camera, photos and videos that had the power to ruin lives. I hesitated, torn between holding onto those memories and keeping my commitment.

“Perfect. You can relax for now. You’ll hear from me soon,” the voice declared, abruptly ending the call. The silence that followed left me suffocating with frustration.

In anger, I threw my phone onto the couch and stepped out onto the balcony, seeking solace in the open air. As I took a deep breath, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath alongside me. Doubt and fear filled my mind as I questioned the mess I had gotten myself into.

What had I gotten myself into? The weight of my actions bore down on me, and an overwhelming urge to scream in frustration coursed through my veins.