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One night I had been busy to not notice Wanga’s absence, I tried her WhatsApp but she didn’t respond, I was worried I might sleep and not hear her even though my window was close to the fence, I enjoyed the burglered window and park view on my window when I am in bed, so peaceful and safe community that reminded me of my view at home. The forest/greenfield’s view it felt home and welcoming. I was used to having her around and felt lonely. I remember her voice calling Vuyo from the park the window was facing, they used to hang out in that Southernwood park. I think Soso evicted her from where they were staying, she had a girlfriend who slept there everyday aswell and Wanga just couldn’t listen to the mourns. So every morning she woke up at my place to Soso’s place then to her workplace while doing internship with Mdantsane local radio, she had studied Scriptwriting and Production at Buffalo City College and was on expiriemental training, writing news and editing for the radio station. Two Editor love birds.
“Vuyo” Wanga’s voice that night, it was mid-year and it woke me from a long sleep. I thought she was not coming that night. I thought, she got paid and went out drinking or accompanied Soso who worked at her home funeral parkour business (The undertaker). I openned the curtain, it was nearly morning and there she was on the other side of the fence with Soso standing opposite the park I could see them clearly without the streetlights.
“Coming” I said getting up then taking the keys. I openned the gate and Soso greeted with some guy they were friends with. They walked up the back street dropping Wanga by the front gate on the upper street so they can go home, they got in the car that was parked at the gate on the upper street and left . The car was filled with alcohol at the back. You could never tell when they are drunk, they were always sobber even after a case with brandy the whole night. It was almost morning so I watched them leave and welcomed Wanga then closed the gate. She went in ahead of me like Brimsley on Queen Charlotte I followed five paces behind without a single word. I probably went to the bathroom and made something in the kitchen while she went to my room.
She is probarbly hungry I thought so I made chicken in the oven and bread then I went the room to find her paging one of my books.
“Who is Violet?” She asked looking at me as I walk in.
“Violet, what about Violet?”
“Just asking?” She said closing the book.
I had forgotten that I was Vuyolwethu to her then and my roommate was never in the room. She had a boyfriend she slept in his apartment everyday the room was just mine, well ours so my books were just all over the place.
“Violet is my other name, where did you see that?” I said.
“It’s written on the book, your classbook” she said.
“Oh, ya did I not tell you I have an English name Violet from princess Violet of Virginia”, I explained which was weird because my Dutch was fluent.
“I saw your Facebook account with your full name and surname. You are from Butterworth?” She said and at first I didn’t know wether she was telling me or asking.
“Ya, I was going to tell you I was just not ready. How did you see my account, you are going through my phone now?” I asked mostly concerned about myself and her curiosity.
“I have your phone number, your name just pops on my suggestions as people you may know on my contact list.” She explained and I was so disappointed in myself and confused on wether I should explain myself or just think what my plan was when she finds out. I ran out of lies. I kissed her and we made rough sex. I paged my phone after and invited her on Facebook.