Can someone feel jealous over their girlfriend? Well, I am.

Remember me? I’m Phumeza, the poor girl who fell for the rich and popular Tshegofatso, widely known as Tshego.

Let me paint a picture for you really quick, Tshego and I are now doing our second year at the University of Johannesburg. She is studying architecture and I am doing physiotherapy studies. 

It’s been four years since Tshego and I started dating, and she still makes me feel like she did four years back, she still look at me like I’m the only girl in the world. She still kisses me like she needs me.

I’m alone, in the apartment we share, paid for by her rich principal parents. I was smart enough to land a fully paid bursary, and Tshego is here because of her parents money and her brains. 

As I said, sometimes I get jealous of Tshego. It’s been 2 years since we arrived in Gauteng and I’ve made only two friends, Betty and Lerato. I’m not sure Lerato counts as she and I only meet up when we have to work on an assignment.

Tshego is known by the entire campus, for both her good looks and her brains, not to mention her killer body. And I’m just the chubby girlfriend by her side. A size 36, with my unruly afro, and way too big brain.

Tshego is out clubbing, and I’m left here. She begged me to go out with her and I refused. I wouldn’t fit in a club, what would I do? I can’t dance and worse, I don’t even listen to amaPiano music.

I glance at my expensive watch, a gift from Tshego, and frown. It’s 05:02, she’s late, she normally comes home by 03:00. I glance at my 13th mug of coffee and sigh. 

She’s probably out there having the time of her life, and I am worried about her. The first light of day shines through the thick curtains, summer is the best time of the year.

I’m feeling sleepy, I think one of the things that are wrong with me as a person, is that, I can drink 23 cups of coffee and still want to go to bed. I don’t think they still make coffee the same.

To avoid sleeping, I stand up and head for a novel.