Zandile



I had been staring at my phone all afternoon, feeling my heart sink with each view of the popular video featuring Melusi and Melokuhle together. It was painful to watch.

Just a few hours ago, Melusi and I had shared an intimate moment that felt significant. But now, he was proudly displaying his connection with Melokuhle, as if our time together meant nothing to him.

I couldn’t help but question my own expectations after returning from that unforgettable Reserve. I didn’t expect Melusi to leave Melokuhle for me, but I also didn’t expect him to flaunt their relationship in front of me.

I watched the videos over and over again, and in each frame, Melusi seemed genuinely happy, as if he had forgotten all the cherished moments we shared.

What were we even doing? Our connection had no label, no clear definition. It was an unspoken understanding, a complex mix of emotions that existed in its own unique way.

Startled by the phone ringing, I angrily wiped away my tears. The voice on the other end wasted no time in giving me an unsettling command.

“At midnight, send a video to Melokuhle with you and Melusi and maybe to Melusi too. ” Before I could respond, the call abruptly ended, leaving me feeling even more confused and overwhelmed.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, a sense of dread settled over me. Melusi would see me in a different light after watching the video. If he had never hated me for disappearing on him five years ago, this act would surely ignite his anger and disgust.

I hated myself for the mess I had created. Despite the terrible things I had done behind Melokuhle’s back, I couldn’t deny that I genuinely cared for her. I wanted to spare her the pain that awaited her when she saw the video, but I was trapped in the mess I willingly got myself into. There was no turning back now.