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Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:35pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:39pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:42pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Chapter 1
Busi stared at the girls on
the stage. They were her
friends. Why wasn’t she
up there with them? The
answer was simple –
because she hadn’t
entered Hamony High’s
talent competition. She
couldn’t sing like Ntombi,
dance like Lettie, or tell a
joke like Asanda. No, the
only talent she had was
being late for school! A
loud cheer went up
around her: “Usebenzile!”
In front of her Unathi
leapt from his seat and
punched the air. “Yes!” he
shouted. “I knew they
could do it!” He turned
and grinned at Busi
triumphantly. “Aren’t
they great?” Busi looked
away from Unathi’s
stupid, grinning face. She
turned her back to the
platform where Lettie,
Asanda and Ntombi stood
smiling, waving and
blowing kisses at their
adoring fans. T.B.C |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:47pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by tsharp(m): 6:51pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 6:51pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATION.... “Let’s give a round of applause for our dream team. We are proud to have three such talented students at Harmony High. They are going to go on to do great things!” Busi had never seen Principal Khumalo so excited. “Ntombi paved the way for Harmony High with the Teen Voice Competition. Now her two friends are proving that they are just as talented.” His words made Busi sick. She was Ntombi’s friend too – her third forgotten friend. There were more announcements – about the soccer game that weekend and the extra lessons that were being offered after school. One of the teachers found a pair of underpants in the girls’ toilets. “Could the person responsible please come forward,” the teacher said. The girls in front of her giggled. They were so childish, thought Busi. She couldn’t wait for assembly to end. Once the teachers left the hall everyone crowded around Ntombi, Lettie and Asanda, wanting to be their new “best friend”. When Lettie turned and smiled and waved at Busi, she couldn’t smile back. She picked up her bag and pushed her way to the back of the hall, where she told a prefect that she needed the bathroom. “ Now,” she said. The prefect nodded. * * * In the girls’ toilets she stared at herself in the mirror. “Why?” she asked her reflection. “Why are you so useless? Why are you so ugly? Why aren’t you talented like your friends?” Tears welled up in her eyes. The clapping in assembly finally stopped. She dried her tears and washed her face. But she wasn’t ready to go back into the hall. What she needed was a way out. And there it was. One of the windows in the bathroom had been taken out to be fixed. She could see the blue sky through it. Her bag went first. She threw it out, climbed onto the toilet and squashed herself through the narrow window frame. Good! She landed in the sand and brushed herself off. Then she picked up her bag and ran for the fence. She lay against it, her heart thumping in her chest. No one had noticed. She stood up again and pushed her way through a hole and out onto the road. Freedom! * * * Then she heard music – the thump, thump, thump of a bass beat as a taxi slowed down and crawled along the pavement next to her. She stopped. Should she turn and run? But where? Back to school? She had no plan. And now the taxi was stopping and the driver was leaning over and opening the passenger door. He beckoned her to get inside. Busi looked back down the street. There was Mr Soci, the Life Sciences teacher, staggering in through the gates of Harmony High – late again, and drunk. He turned around and stared at the taxi. Before he’d had a chance to work out who she was, Busi jumped in. “Running away from school?” the driver asked, jokingly. His shirt was undone to show off a smooth, muscled chest and the gold chain around his neck glittered in the sun. He gave her a lazy, sexy smile. She knew the drivers who stopped at the school on their taxi route and she didn’t recognise him. Why had she never seen him before? She was surprised by how handsome he was. He turned the music down. “Hey, not everyone likesLoyiso. It’s not every girl’s choice,” he laughed. “What’s that?” she said, distractedly. She hadn’t heard him properly, she was worried Mr Soci had recognised her. Was he walking to Mr Khumalo’s office right now to report her? But then Mr Khumalo would smell the alcohol on his breath. “I said,Loyiso isn’t every girl’s fantasy. Is he yours?” “He’s okay,” she shrugged. The street ahead of them was empty. Where was he going, and why was she the only passenger? “Did you get bored with school?” He revved the engine and put the taxi into first. She still had time to open the door and jump out. “I don’t blame you,” he said softly. “You can have much more fun out here. How old are you? You can’t be more than fourteen?” “Fifteen. I’m fifteen,” Busi said quickly, suddenly wishing that she was older and that she wasn’t dressed in her school uniform. They were driving further and further away from Harmony High. He was taking a right, then a left, weaving between the narrow streets in the township. She would never remember the route. “Am I so ugly that you can’t look at me?” he teased. She smiled – she couldn’t help it. Driving around in his taxi felt so much better than some stupid English class. He had stopped to pick her up and he let her sit up front. She was somebody in his taxi, not the untalented nobody she was at school. “So, which lesson are you missing?” He reached over and stroked her cheek lightly with his finger. “English,” she said. “Romeo and Juliet, actually.” “Those star-crossed lovers – like us, baby girl …,” he said softly, his voice silky smooth. She stared at him. “How come a taxi driver knows Shakespeare? Is that what you’re thinking?” he laughed, and Busi felt herself blushing. “Well, I’m not just any old taxi driver. I own a fleet of taxis. And that’s not all …” |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:01pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:04pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATION... So he was rich, good- looking and clever. But she shouldn’t be letting him drive her around like this. And she didn’t have taxi fare. “Never talk to strangers, Busi.” That’s what her granny always told her. “And if you are in trouble, call me. Day or night. Uyandiva?” “Ewe, Makhulu. Ndiyakuva,” she always replied. And here she was talking to a stranger and letting him drive her who-knows-where. She didn’t even know his name. “Parks,” he said, as if he had read her thoughts. “My name’s Thando, but my friends call me Parks.” He reached over to shake her hand. His hand was warm … and he held hers a little too long. “What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Busi,” she said. Then she heard a rasping cough from the back of the taxi. She had thought they were alone. Swinging around, she saw a man lying across the back seat. Dirty jeans and a filthy old T-shirt covered his thin body. He coughed again and his whole body shook. Then he spat phlegm out onto his hand and wiped it over his pants. It was disgusting. “Don’t worry about him,” Parks said. “He’s got a problem. I’ll have to get a new gaadjie soon.” She wouldn’t look back again, not even if the gaadjiespoke, she thought. “So, what are you going to tell your teachers when they ask where you were?” asked Parks, as he pulled into a garage to get petrol. “I’ll tell them I’m not well,” Busi said. Right now that was true. She was feeling car sick from the petrol fumes and the thought of the gaadjie on the back seat. When the tank was full Parks asked her, “So, where do you want to go?” And then, “Don’t look so frightened. I’m not going to kidnap you.” “Home,” she said quickly, suddenly fearful of what she had done. “Can you take me home?” “Of course.” He stared at her for a minute. “I mean, if that’s what you want?” She couldn’t look at him; she just nodded. “Here,” she said when they got to her street. She pointed to a house a block away from their shack. The last thing she wanted was for her granny to see her arriving in a strange taxi with a man old enough to be her father. She didn’t stop to think why Parks hadn’t asked her for directions, how he knew where she lived. “Bye, sweetie.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be watching out for you. How does a free ride sound sometime?” “Good,” she said, uncertainly. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:07pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:11pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:14pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CHAPTER TWO
Busi stood outside the
shack where she lived
with her granny. She had
to get her story straight
before she went in. Her
grandmother would ask
her a hundred questions.
Where were you? Why
weren’t you at school?
She would say that she
had stomach cramps. Her
granny would believe
that. But when she finally
opened the door and
went inside, she wasn’t
there. Something was
wrong.
Her grandmother was old
and didn’t get out much.
She went to the clinic on
Wednesdays and she had
umgalelowith her friends
on Fridays. But today was
Monday – she should be
at home. Busi went out
into the yard to check if
she had fallen. But the
yard was empty. If she
went to ask the
neighbours, rumours
would fly. No, she would
wait a while and see if
her granny came home.
Perhaps she had gone to
visit a friend. If she came
back after three o’clock
she would never know
that Busi had come home
early.
It was cold lying on her
bed. Their shack was
dimly lit and an icy wind
was blowing through a
hole in the zinc sheeting.
They would have to fix it
before the winter rains. If
only they had more
money. Her mother and
father had gone to Jozi to
look for better jobs, but
they hadn’t sent any
money back. Then she
thought of Parks with his
fleet of taxis. He was rich,
and he liked her. He
made her feel like a
queen and he wasn’t
awkward like the boys at
school. Yes, that was the
difference. They were
boys and Parks was a
man.
She thought of his smile.
What she had done was
dangerous – she knew
that. If she saw him again
she would just keep
walking. But what if he
stopped and opened the
taxi door? What would
she do then?
Parks had joked about
kidnapping her. But it
happened every day. She
read The Sun. There were
so many photos of
children who had gone
missing. She remembered
one little girl’s trusting
face. Her name was
Cheryl and she
disappeared the day
before Christmas. She left
to go to the shop and
never returned. Where
were those missing boys
and girls?
But Parks had taken her
home when she’d asked
him to, and he had
opened the door for her.
He was a gentleman. Busi
fell asleep and dreamed
of him.
* * *
When she woke up it was
already late in the
afternoon. She could
smell the wood smoke
from fires in the street,
and the sweet smell of
roasting meat on the fire
drums. Then she heard
the familiar sound of her
grandmother’s cough,
and the clatter of dishes.
“I wondered if you were
going to sleep until
tomorrow,” her granny
said when Busi pushed
back the blanket that
separated the bedroom
from the kitchen. She
wasn’t sure when her
grandmother had
returned. She wasn’t sure
if she knew that she had
missed school.
“I was feeling ill,” she
said, to be safe. “I came
home early.”
“I know.” Her
grandmother put her
hand against Busi’s
forehead. “Are you
feeling any better now?” |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:24pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
continuation will soon be drop. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:27pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
CONTINUATIO... “Yes,” said Busi, trying to see if her granny believed her. “Thank you.” “I was feeling ill myself earlier. I went to the clinic. On the way back I passed some friends of yours from Harmony High. That boy, the nice one, greeted me. You know, the one who helped me carry my shopping that time.” “Unathi?” “That’s it.” Her face lit up, remembering. “He told me you weren’t at school. He was worried, Busi.” Busi thought of how, not so long ago, she had written love letters to Unathi. And how upset she had been when he returned them unopened. He seemed so cool and sexy and all she wanted was to be his girlfriend. But now that she had met Parks, Unathi seemed so young and inexperienced – such a boy. Now she had met a real man. “Why should Unathi worry?” said Busi quickly. “He doesn’t really care about me.” “No? That’s not how it seemed to me.” “What did they say at the clinic, Gogo?” Busi asked, trying to change the subject. “Are you sick? Did they give you something to make you better?” “It’s just my blood pressure. I forgot to take my pills.” “I can help you to remember to take them, Gogo. I can even get a pill box for you. Asanda’s granny has one. It has a place where you put the pills for every day of the week. You can easily see if you have forgotten one.” “That sounds like a very clever thing. Thank you, Busi,” her granny said, taking her hand. “You know something, my child? I like to have you living here with me. I am lucky to have such a kind granddaughter.” Busi smiled and hugged her. “I’m sorry it’s sometimes boring for you,” her granny continued. “But I am blessed that you are such a good girl. I know you would never do anything stupid. Utata Nomama abanangxaki. They have nothing to worry about.” She looked at Busi closely. What did her parents care what happened to her, Busi thought. They had left her here with her grandmother. When last had they phoned her? It was easier for them without her. Hadn’t she heard her mother tell their neighbour that she wished she hadn’t had a baby so young; that Busi had ruined her chances in life? “I’ll go get us some meat for supper,” Busi said. “Before it gets too late.” “Come straight home,” her granny cautioned. Out on the street she felt better. Her head felt clearer. It had been dangerous climbing out of the window and getting into Parks’s taxi – dangerous, but exciting at the same time. She was lucky, she told herself. Things could have gone differently. He could have taken her away, raped her and left her for dead in a ditch somewhere. It had been dangerous. But she knew she would do it again. She heard a shout from the end of the road. It was Lettie and Unathi. They were waving. She waved back. This time when she came up to Lettie she gave her a big hug. “Well done for winning best dancer in the talent show. Mtsalane!” she said. And she was surprised to find that she really meant it. Suddenly it didn’t matter so much that her friends were popular. Now she had something of her own. Something exciting that her friends didn’t share. She had her own thrilling secret – and his name was Parks. “Where did you go?” Unathi asked her. “Why does it matter to you?” Busi said cheekily. “It doesn’t really,” he shrugged. “So, why are you asking?” “Mr Ntlanti wanted to know where you were. I told him you had stomach cramps,” said Lettie. “Phew, thanks,” Busi said. “Didyou have stomach cramps?” Unathi questioned her. “Yes, I did. Do you think I’m lying?” she snapped. “How come you didn’t tell anyone that you were sick?” He wouldn’t leave it alone. He was like a dog with a bone. “Enough with the questions,” joked Lettie, seeing Busi’s face. “Uyadika!”Then, as Unathi walked away, she said quietly, “It’s just because he likes you.” “He has a funny way of showing it,” Busi replied. Where was he last term when I liked him, she thought? With another girl! Busi had bad luck with boys. She thought of Ebenezer. She had dated him until that day when they’d had a terrible fight. He’d pushed her and she had fallen hard onto the tar behind the sports shed. At the sound of her screaming, Asanda and Ntombi had come running and Ebenezer had fled, leaving her with a broken arm. Parks was different, she told herself. He was a gentleman, and so funny and good- looking. He had taken her home when she had asked him to and offered her free rides in his taxi. “Are you coming to soccer tomorrow afternoon?” Lettie asked, interrupting Busi’s daydream. She put her arm around Busi’s shoulders. “You’re the best goalie our team has ever had,” she coaxed. “You know how we lose when you’re not there.” “Maybe.” “We can take the taxi together. I’ll wait outside the gate after school.” “Sure,” said Busi. But as she walked back with the meat for supper, she wasn’t so sure she would be going to soccer. She found herself thinking about Parks again. She couldn’t get him out of her head. Why had he come past Harmony High? Why had he changed his taxi route that day? T.B.C |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:33pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
continuation wil b drop. lalasticlala |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:39pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Chapter 3
“Something’s happened
to you,” Asanda said at
school the next morning.
“Not that I know of,” Busi
lied. They were trying to
finish their homework
before the siren went off,
and it was Busi’s turn to
press her book against
Asanda’s back.
“You could’ve fooled me,”
Asanda went on.
If there was anyone who
could read people, it was
Asanda. She always knew
when something was
going on with Busi – she
would have to be careful.
Asanda knew her too
well. She could tell that
Busi had a secret she
wasn’t sharing. And Busi
wasn’t ready for Asanda
to know – not Asanda, or
Lettie, or anybody for
that matter. They might
spoil it for her. They
might try to stop her
from seeing Parks.
“Is something wrong?
Are you upset because
we were in the talent
show? I know it must be
difficult for you. You
know you can tell me
anything.” Asanda
sounded concerned.
“I do know that,” said
Busi.
“Good! Now, can you
hurry up? My back’s
going to break. I feel like
a donkey.”
“Finished!” Busi
announced, shutting her
Maths book.
“Phew! At last!” Asanda
replied, stretching. “Did
you do number 5? It was
so hard. I felt like my
brain was exploding.”
“I left it out,” said Busi.
“Why don’t you ask
Unathi to help you? He
told me he finished all of
them. You know how
clever he is,” said Asanda,
as Lettie came up and
joined them.
“Yes, Busi. You’re the only
one he’d give answers to.
If you asked nicely, of
course,” Lettie chipped in.
“I swear he just doesn’t
know how to tell Busi
that he likes her,” Asanda
laughed.
“What happened to his
girlfriend in Jozi?” said
Busi. Last term she had
caught Unathi staring at a
photo of a very pretty girl
and she had been filled
with jealousy. It seemed
like such a long time ago.
Things had changed so
fast. Everything was
different now.
“You know how people
talk,” Lettie said, “Don’t
believe everything they
say about Unathi.”
“I won’t,” replied Busi.
“And I won’t believe
anything that Unathi
says. Anyway, I’m not
into boys.”
“Oh?” Asanda and Lettie
said together. “It’s like
that, hey?” Busi hadn’t
meant to say anything.
She shouldn’t have
opened her big mouth.
“No, I’m not into boys …
I’m into men.” She tried
to sound casual.
“Men? So Harmony High
boys aren’t good enough
for you any more?”
Luckily the siren went off
before their interrogation
could begin. “Don’t
forget. I’ll meet you at
the gate after school for
soccer practice,” Lettie
reminded her as they
went upstairs to class.
“If you’re not too busy
chasing M-E-N!” Asanda
teased.
* * *
When the final siren went
Busi was the first out of
the school gates. She
waited for Lettie and
Asanda. She decided to
go to soccer and even
changed into her soccer
gear. If she was going to
see Parks, she would
have to be careful. She
would have to make sure
that her friends didn’t
find out. And if she
missed soccer today they
would become
suspicious.
But Mr Ntlanti made
Asanda and Lettie help
him carry books back to
the storeroom after class.
She was alone at the gate
waiting for them when
she heard loud music
from a car radio. She
recognised Busi
Mhlongo’s Zithini iziswe.
Her heart skipped a beat
as Parks’s taxi turned the
corner and cruised to a
stop next to her. She
looked down at her
soccer gear. Oh no, she
thought, he can’t see me
like this. I look like a guy
in this gear, not the
pretty girl he said I was
yesterday. If only I was
wearing my netball
clothes. But it was too
late to run back and
change into the short
skirt that showed off her
legs.
Parks opened the door
and she got in – like she
knew she would. She
looked back quickly.
“Let’s go,” she said, not
wanting her friends to
see her leaving in his taxi.
“In a hurry today?” Parks
teased. “Not the shy girl
of yesterday!” And then,
seeing her worried
expression, he added,
“I’m not complaining! I
like assertive girls.
Assertive and sporty!”
There was a wheezy
cackle from the back of
the taxi. It was the
gaadjie. Today he was
awake, if you could call it
that. He reminded her of
those boys she had seen
under the bridge, with
that spaced-out look
from sniffing glue. It was
like their bodies were
present but their minds
were somewhere far
away. The gaadjie was
lost in the music that
pumped from the
speakers. He swayed back
and forth to the beat. But
when Busi looked at him
he stuck his tongue out
at her. She quickly turned
to the front. He gave her
the creeps.
“Thula wena!”Parks
shouted. The gaadjie
stopped. “He knows
who’s boss, but he’s
crazy,” laughed Parks.
“Remind me to get rid of
him.” Busi didn’t want
him there, leering at her.
It would be so much
better if it were just the
two of them.
“Doesn’t he put the
customers off?” she asked
Parks, whose taxi was
empty again today. It
was strange – usually the
taxis around Harmony
High were packed. Parks
laughed.
“I’m off today,” he said. “I
came here just for you.”
Then he gave her that
easy, sexy smile and Busi
felt her heart beat faster.
As they turned the corner
Busi looked back to see
Lettie and Asanda at the
gate searching up and
down the road for her.
She could have jumped
out then. But she didn’t.
“Why are you so
nervous?” asked Parks.
“Relax. I’m sure they’ll
find a sub for you. On the
other hand it will be
tough replacing someone
as cute and sporty as you
are …” He changed the
music to something slow
and soft. “I’m flattered.
Do you know that? I’m
flattered that you’ve
chosen me. I’d have
thought all the boys
would be after such a
sexy girl.” Busi blushed as
she thought of Unathi. He
wouldn’t even know
what to say to Parks.
Unathi knew nothing of
the world outside his
street. Parks was a man.
He had seen the world,
and Busi wanted to see it
too. Her life had suddenly
got a lot bigger than
Harmony High. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:43pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
continuation will b drop. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:46pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
continuation* * * * They were heading out of the township now and onto the freeway that led down to the coast. “Aren’t you hot?” he asked her. “In that gear, I mean.” Busi looked down at her school soccer shirt. She was feeling hot in it. She shouldn’t be shy about taking it off. As she pulled it over her head, revealing the skimpy T- shirt she had on underneath, she felt him watching her. It made her tummy flutter with excitement. She wound down the taxi window. That was better, cooler. The wind rushed in around her and she put her head back and laughed. Parks laughed too, pleased that she was so happy. “Good,” he said. “You shouldn’t hide what you should be sharing. Now, where would you like to go?” |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 7:53pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Encourage me with comment. goodnight pals chapter4 wil b drop 2moro by GOD'S GRACE. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by Youngzubi(m): 8:52pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
nice one keep it up man just keep dropping they will soon troop in! 1 Like |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 11:48pm On Aug 01, 2018 |
Chapter 4
“Take me somewhere
nice,” Busi said. She didn’t
want to go home. There
was nothing for her at
home.
“I think it’s beach
weather. You been to the
beach?” Parks asked as
he weaved between cars,
then accelerated into the
fast lane. “You ever get
out of thatdump you call
home?”She shook her
head. He was right. Their
shack was small and
cramped and cold. “Well,
you deserve it, girl. Let
me treat you.”
Busi had only been to the
beach twice in her life.
Once, when she was six,
her mom and dad had
taken her to Monwabisi.
She had built a huge
sandcastle and played in
the waves. It was New
Year’s Day and the beach
was packed. Then in
Grade 7 the school had
taken her class down to
Muizenberg on an outing.
Twice – in her entire life.
And she lived so close to
the sea. “Beach weather,”
Parks said again. “Wat sê
jy?” he called to the
gaadjie in the back.
“Beega, beega, make the
circle beega,” the guard
sang. Uyaphara. What
was it – dagga, tik? His
brain was fried, that was
for sure.
“You’re right, Parks,” she
said, feeling braver now,
“It is beach weather.”
“That’s my girl,” he said
and took her hand. She
felt the thrill of his skin
against hers.
“What are you thinking?”
Parks said, smiling at
Busi. It was so easy for
her to talk to him. He
wasn’t awkward when he
spoke to her, like the
boys at school. Talking to
him was like chatting to
one of her girlfriends.
When she couldn’t think
of anything to say he
filled the gap.
“I was thinking about
you – about the way you
make me feel so good,”
she said.
“That’s because I’m a
man who has money and
treats his women well.”
He sped up. They were
nearing the sea. She
could smell it. “This is
only pocket money,
driving this taxi. My other
businesses, that’s where
the real money is. You
don’t get that if you’re a
fool.”
Respectful, intelligent,
handsome … She had hit
the jackpot! But every
kilometre on the clock
was a kilometre further
away from her home, her
granny, and her friends.
And she was out of
airtime! “It’s okay. I’ll get
you home before dark,”
he reassured her. “We
wouldn’t want your
granny to worry now.” So
he knew she was
anxious. He knew what
she was thinking. That’s
what true love was,
wasn’t it? You didn’t have
to say anything. You just
understood each other.
She didn’t stop to wonder
how he knew that she
lived with her granny.
“We’ll stop at KFC. We
can’t go to the beach
hungry.”
“I am hungry,” laughed
Busi. “I could eat a horse.”
“That’s what I like to
hear.” His chuckle was
low and rich. “I’m glad
you’re not one of those
girls who don’t eat. I like
my women curvaceous.”
He put his hand on her
thigh and gave it a
squeeze. “Don’t give a
man scrawny chicken
wings when it’s juicy
meat he wants.”
So he liked the way she
looked. And it gave her
secret pleasure thinking
that Lettie wasn’t his
type. He wouldn’t look
twice at her. She was
skinny and her chest was
flat as a pancake. And
Asanda, well she would
annoy him with her
constant questions and
jokes. No, it was herthat
he wanted – Busi.
Just then her cell glowed
and she let out an, “Oh!”
It was Lettie. Why had
Lettie SMSed her, just
when Busi was thinking
bad thoughts about her?
She turned around.
Stupid, she thought, how
could she be in the taxi
with me?
Wats up? Wer u @?
“My friends are looking
for me,” she told Parks.
“So call them,” Parks
answered, turning the
volume down.
“I can’t,” Busi laughed.
“Where must I get the
airtime? And anyway, I’m
sick of them wanting to
know where I am all the
time.” Parks put his hand
on her thigh again. “They
just care about you,” he
said. “And I can see why.
You’re special. I care
about you too. I’ll buy
you airtime, my baby. I
told you, I treat my girls
well.”
She liked that. She liked
being called his baby. It
gave her a warm feeling.
Nobody had bought her
airtime before. She had
always had to earn the
money to buy it. This was
so much easier. She
closed her eyes and put
her head back and let the
music carry her away.
* * *
Parks was true to his
word. He stopped and
got Khentakhi to take to
the beach – a Streetwise
Feast. And not just R29
airtime – R110! She had
never had so much
before. How could she
thank him?
“Aren’t you going to call
your friends now?” he
teased her. They were
coming up to Sunrise
Circle. She could see the
beach.
“Later,” she said. She
liked the way it sounded
so casual and grown-up.
She didn’t want to be a
silly schoolgirl with him,
on the cell to her friends
all the time, talking
nonsense about boys and
stuff that wasn’t
important. No, phoning
Lettie and Asanda was
the last thing she wanted
to do right now. |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:00am On Aug 02, 2018 |
continuation..... * * * Parks pulled into the parking lot in front of the water slides. He grabbed the KFC bag from behind his seat. Then he opened the tub and tossed a piece of chicken at the gaadjie, like he was a dog. “To shut him up,” he laughed. There were other couples strolling down the beach, hand in hand. As they walked down onto the sand, Parks put his arm around Busi and pulled her close. The comforting warmth of his body next to hers made her want to cry. Her granny gave her a quick hug sometimes. But her mom and dad – she couldn’t remember the last time they had hugged her, or held her close. They had been gone for so long. And she realised how lonely she had been. The sea was pearly grey and still, like the sky. Not a wave in sight. Like a magician, Parks pulled one thing after another out of his bag of tricks: a blanket, two glasses, a bottle of champagne, KFC. “Let’s celebrate,” he said, filling their glasses. Busi had never had champagne before. It was what movie stars drank. She had only had a sip or two of beer at a tavern once, with a boy who couldn’t afford to buy her a Savannah. “What?” she said. “What are we celebrating?” “You. We’re celebrating you.” Parks leaned over and kissed her cheek. * * * When they got back into the taxi to go home, it was getting dark. They had splashed in the shallow water. He had picked up shells for her and told her she was clever and funny and beautiful. The champagne made her feel dizzy with love. Not even the gaadjie’s coarse voice irritated her. And when Parks stopped at the end of her road he leaned over and took her hand. “I’ve had such a good time,” he said. “You make me happy. You’re my sugar baby, Busi – so sweet and so cute.” Then he kissed her on the lips. It was different from awkward schoolboy kisses. This was dreamy. His lips were soft and warm and firm. She was lost. When his cell phone beeped with a message, he pulled away, reluctantly. “I could do this all night,” he said. “But I’ve got some business to attend to …” “Bye, cutie pie.” The sound of the gaadjie’svoice startled her. It was the first time he had spoken. He was waving his fingers at her and licking his lips. He had watched them kissing! Ugh! After Parks had left Busi stood and gazed down the road after him. She felt dazed, like she had just woken up and didn’t know where she was. She was still lost in the clouds when Unathi came up behind her. He jolted her out of her dream world and back to the cold, dirty street. “I didn’t recognise the taxi,” he said. “Or the driver.” “A friend,” Busi said quickly. “Of your father’s?” Unathi’s voice was bitter. And when she didn’t reply, he added, “Lettie and Asanda were worried when you didn’t pitch for soccer.” “I don’t see them here?” she said, looking around, “What are you, their messenger boy?” They were cruel words and she saw that she had hurt him. But he deserved it, stalking her like that. She turned her back on him and started to walk home. “Be careful with your taxi driver,” Unathi called after her. “Be careful, Busi. Remember Ebenezer. Sometimes people aren’t what they seem.” Chapter 5 “What happened to you yesterday?”Lettie asked Busi the next morning. “Yes, girlfriend. Aren’t we good enough for you anymore?” Asanda joined in. “Are you just interested in mennow?” “I had cramps again,” lied Busi. “Shame, are you feeling better now?” “I’m fine,” said Busi. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait. I had to get some Panados. Then I went home to bed. You were taking so long with Mr Ntlanti …” Then she remembered Unathi. He had seen her get out of Parks’s taxi and he might have told them. Was that why they were looking at her like that? Was this a test? She would be shown up for the liar she was. And there was Unathi now, coming across the school yard towards them. “Busi wasn’t feeling well yesterday afternoon,” Lettie announced. “She went home to sleep.” “You see, you needn’t have worried,” Asanda said to Unathi. Then she turned to Busi. “Unathi was soworried.” She winked at her friend.“Utatamkhulu.You should have seen him,” she added, imitating his voice. “What if she’s been kidnapped? What if she’s in hospital?” “Every ten minutes,” laughed Lettie. Busi looked at Unathi, hoping and praying that he would keep his mouth shut. When he spoke she looked away. But all he said was, “I hope you’re feeling better now.” “Yes, thank you,” she mumbled. “Unathi thought you might have been kidnapped. He kept telling us some rubbish about a taxi he saw cruising around the school yesterday,” said Asanda, punching Unathi on the arm affectionately. “Hey, I thought you had other things to worry about, Unathi,” Busi said, trying to change the subject. “Like that girlfriend of yours in Jozi. How is she, by the way?” But Unathi didn’t answer. And she didn’t push it. She didn’t want to make him angry or he might tell her friends about Parks. “What you doing later?” Lettie asked as they went back into class. “Do you want to come shopping with us?” “I think I’m going to take it easy,” said Busi. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:05am On Aug 02, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:10am On Aug 02, 2018 |
continuation.... “Well, call us if you get lonely after school.” * * * It was no use pretending that she was working in class. She hadn’t written a line since she got to school. When the Maths teacher, Ma’am Ratsibe, walked around the class checking their homework, Busi hid the page she had been writing on under her arm. “I left my Maths book at home,” she lied. She didn’t want the teacher to see what she had drawn on the page of her workbook – a heart with their names inside it. It was foolish, she told herself. She would never see Parks again. It had been one wonderful afternoon. That was all. But she couldn’t help hoping that he would be there again, waiting at the gate after school. All she could think of was the feeling of his lips on hers. She was bubbling over like the champagne they drank. Every few minutes she looked out of the classroom window to see if he was there, waiting. But the road was empty. It was too early, she told herself. He would come later. * * * When the final siren went all the students pushed to get out of the gates and into the taxis. The drivers were the bullies of the road, hooting and shoving to get in front of each other. She searched for Parks’s taxi. But he wasn’t there and her heart sank. She couldn’t wait again – not with Unathi around watching her every move. So she decided to walk home. It wasn’t that far, and she would save the taxi fare. She could buy herself something nice with the money – some lip gloss for when she next saw Parks. She would show him that she wasn’t a silly little schoolgirl. She watched as the taxis left one by one, bursting with schoolkids crushed together. School ties came off and shirts were pulled out and hung loosely over the guys’ pants as they got comfortable on the way home. She waited until the last of them had gone and then she started to walk, really slowly, down the road. But she got only a few paces when she heard a familiar voice. “Do you want me to carry your bag?” Unathi was there again, following her like a lame dog. She was angry now. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? “Why didn’t you take the taxi?” he asked. “Why didn’t you?” she answered. “To save the fare,” he said. But she knew that wasn’t the reason. He was looking out for her. And she wished he wouldn’t. “To go to Jozi to see your girlfriend?” “I’m telling you, I haven’t got a girlfriend. Thumi and I broke up. Why won’t you girls get it? The way you go on, anyone would think mna ndingudlalani.” “Aren’t you?” As she spoke she kept looking up and down the street for Parks. “You waiting for someone?” Unathi asked. When she didn’t answer he reached out and took her bag, heavy with books. “I’ll walk you home. It’s not safe to walk alone.” What if Parks saw her walking with Unathi? What if he thought Unathi was her boyfriend? Would he drive on? “Oh,” she said, pretending to have just remembered something. “Yhini Bawo,I forgot, I was supposed to stay behind to get help with my Maths. You go on ahead.” “I can help you.” “Thanks, but Ma’am Ratsibe is waiting,” she said. “She’s expecting me and I’ve already been in detention twice for not handing in my homework.” Unathi looked at her strangely, then handed back her bag and turned and walked away. * * * Busi ran back through the school gates. She waited until he had gone around the corner before she went back out onto the street. Her watch said two forty-five. He wasn’t coming. Why would he? But then she heard that familiar, thump, thump, thump of the bass beat pounding out onto the road through the open windows of Parks’s taxi and her heart leapt. And when Parks pulled up next to her she went straight up, put her head through the window and kissed him. It was so bold, so brave. It made her feel like a grown-up. And he kissed her back. “I’m in luck,” he said, a big grin on his face. “I thought it was too late. I thought I’d missed you. To think, if I had come five minutes later you might have gone. Now get in, I’m hungry.” “Khentakhi?” she laughed. She was so happy. “Let’s try some place new,” he said, as she looked back expecting to see the gaadjie. But today they were alone. “He was annoying me,” laughed Parks. “I dropped him at the last traffic light. I booted him out. He’s probably lying on the pavement right now.” “Serious? You kicked him out of the taxi?” “No, I’m just teasing you. I like teasing you.” He winked at her. “I like kissing you too.” As they drove he reached over, opened the cubbyhole and took out a CD, “Hey, I got you some new music.” He slid the CD into the player. It was Ringo – the musician she had told him about when they were at the beach. “Sithandwa sam …,” she sang along. “You like it?” “I like it!” The fear had gone. She had been stupid to be nervous of him. Now it felt like they had known each other forever. “Now, where are we going for lunch? You can pick anywhere. Remember I’m not just a taxi driver. I’m also an entrepreneur,” he laughed. “Money is no object.” But Busi didn’t know any of the fancy places. She knew KFC and Steers. That was all. And they had been to KFC. “Steers,” she said. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:14am On Aug 02, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:21am On Aug 02, 2018 |
continuation of chapter5 “Steers it is,” he answered. “But next time it will be somewhere fancy … after sunset.” He looked at her. “There will be a next time?” “Yes.” She wanted to tell him she loved him there and then. She had to hold the words in before they came bursting out. No, she would wait until they were somewhere romantic … at night. *** note: pls read carefully so that you won't mix chapter four with chapter five...i forgot to keep much space while trying to type fast. CHAPTER6 wil be updated so stay stune. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:23am On Aug 02, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:30am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Chapter 6
It was easy, Busi told herself.
When you wanted to do
something, it was easy. And she
wanted to be with Parks. That
afternoon, after they had been
to Steers in Wynberg, he drove
her up the leafy roads in
Constantia. One of her granny’s
friends worked there for a rich
lady. But it was the first time
Busi had seen such huge
houses, except on The Bold and
The Beautiful. “For one family!
Can you believe it?” Parks said.
“Stick with me, baby, and one
day it will be my BMW parked in
that driveway. And it will be you
getting out of it.”
“Really, Parks?” she said.
“Is that what you’d like?”
“Yes. But I wouldn’t paint our
house that colour. And I’d prefer
a Mini Cooper.” He roared with
laughter. It made her happy to
think that he found her funny.
He took her over to Hout Bay,
then on to Camps Bay. Some of
her friends had been there. They
had told her about the models
they’d seen being photographed
under the palm trees. “Not as
curvaceous, or as bootilicious, as
you,” Parks flattered her.
“Don’t you have to be
anywhere?” Busi asked him. He
didn’t seem to have a care in the
world.
“I told you, I’m my own boss,”
he laughed. “The only person
who can tell me where to be and
when, is me.” And when his cell
phone rang, he switched it off.
Next stop was the Waterfront,
where they went window
shopping. Parks bought her a
necklace with a locket on it.
“Now all you need is a photo of
me inside,” he joked. “Would
you keep it safe?”
“Very safe,” she said, looking
into his eyes. He gave her a
lingering kiss, then took her
hand as they strolled down the
mall together, her locket
shimmering silver around her
neck. A woman stopped to stare.
Busi knew why. Here was a
young girl in school uniform
kissing an older man. So what,
she didn’t care what anyone
thought. They didn’t understand.
* * *
On the way home Parks pulled
over into a lay-by and they
kissed. He told Busi that he was
looking forward to more, but
only when she was ready. He
would never force her. He wasn’t
like that. “I can’t wait to see you
out of your school clothes,” he
said as he dropped her off. “Will
you dream of me tonight?”
“Yes … sweet dreams,” she
promised.
As she lay in bed she smiled. The
locket was around her neck,
hidden under her nightie, close
to her heart. He said he couldn’t
wait to see her out of her school
clothes. Well, he would. She had
an idea. It was so simple, but so
clever it made her laugh. And it
would work – she was sure of it.
She wanted to please him, and
school was so boring. She didn’t
need Lettie and Asanda asking
her where she was all the time,
or Unathi following her around
like a bodyguard.
When she woke up the next
morning she packed her casual
clothes in her school bag. After
breakfast she kissed her granny
goodbye and headed for the taxi
rank. But as soon as she got
around the corner she ducked
into the toilets at Jake’s Tavern
and changed. She re-emerged in
jeans and a cute top. Then she
rang Parks. So easy! “Any time,”
he had told her. And he had
given her airtime so she could
call him whenever she felt like it
– day or night. He was there in
five minutes.
* * *
Over the next few days Parks
wined and dined Busi. She ate
food she had never tasted
before in fancy restaurants. He
would leave the taxi with that
idiot gaadjie as they wandered
hand in hand through town.
Parks told her about his big
dreams and ideals. Most of the
time he was in a good mood …
except for when he took calls on
his cell phone. Then he would
walk away so that she couldn’t
hear him. But she could tell from
his body language, the way he
stood all hunched over with his
fists clenched, that he was
angry. And once he’d turned his
taxi around just as they had set
off, and dropped her back near
her house. “Business,” he’d said.
When she didn’t see him, she
missed him all day. But then he
would always be back the next
morning.
The third time she bunked
school he took her up to the
forest. The gaadjie wasn’t there
and they lay on the back seat
and kissed and cuddled. When
she got home she told her
granny that she was studying
after school for exams. And her
grandmother was pleased. It
was their joke – Parks’s and
hers.
Lettie and Asanda SMSed her.
r u ok? wer u bn?
Ndiyagula.
oh! gt wel sn.
They didn’t know how much fun
she was having. She had
another life and it was better
than anything they had. She was
just sad it had to be a secret. She
wanted to tell them about the
crayfish she ate and the perfume
he bought her. She wanted to
boast about the man she was
dating and how good life could
be. He was going to take her to
a hotel for the night. “Don’t be
frightened,” he said. “I’ll be
gentle. You’ll see. You’ll love it.” |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:34am On Aug 02, 2018 |
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Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:37am On Aug 02, 2018 |
continuation..... By the end of the week she was bursting to tell her friends about the life she had been leading. Yes, maybe it was time to go back to school. * * * On Friday morning she couldn’t wait. As she was putting on her school shoes she heard a knock at the door, and her grandmother talking to someone outside. Parks wouldn’t dare come here, she thought. But when she went out she saw Unathi standing there. “I hope you’re feeling better,” he said. She didn’t know what to say. Her granny was staring at her, as if she finally understood what Busi had been up to. Unathi pulled an exercise book out of his bag and opened it. Inside was a whole bunch of papers. “I brought you the notes you’ve missed,” he said. “With exams coming up, you can’t skip anything if you want to pass.” “Missed?” Busi’s granny asked, frowning at her. “I don’t understand.” “It’s extra work, Gogo. I want to do well in the exams. I want to make you proud. You know the classes I’m doing after school? Well, I missed a couple.” Unathi didn’t say anything. He just handed over the papers. He had copied his notes – pages of them. Busi was amazed. He had done this for her? But why? To make her feel bad? To sow a seed of doubt in her granny’s mind? Or because he cared? |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:40am On Aug 02, 2018 |
you guys should appreciate ma effort wid comment...em nt delaying the post like others so you guys shud drop some comment.i wanted to continue this story next week bt since it has hitted fp em posting every day thats if i av airtime. |
Re: Sugar Daddy by NaijaTushboy(m): 12:44am On Aug 02, 2018 |
Chapter 7
Busi’s friends ran to meet her
when she walked through the
gates of Harmony High. “We’ve
missed you! How are you
feeling?” asked Asanda.
“Yes, we were really worried
when you didn’t even make the
soccer game. We know how
much it means to you to be in
the team.” Lettie gave her a hug.
“You must have been really
sick?”
“You could say that …,” Busi
smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell
them about Parks.
“Why are you grinning like
that?” Asanda asked. “Have you
been keeping a secret, Busi? And
we thought you were ill.”
“I was ill,” Busi laughed. “I
caught the love bug.”
“You’re in love?” asked Lettie.
“With who?”
And then she told them about
Parks. How handsome he was.
How he treated her like a movie
star. She watched their
astonished faces as she told
them that he had bought her
skinny jeans and that he was
getting her a smart phone with
a contract!
“You must be joking?” Asanda
couldn’t believe it. “A cell phone
with a contract and jeans.
Serious?”
“Serious.”
“And he took you to the movies
during school?” said Lettie, who
looked like she wasn’t sure she
believed Busi.
“And to lunch afterwards,” Busi
went on. She couldn’t stop now.
“Three courses: starters, mains,
dessert. A steak this big.” She
held her hands apart. “And
chocolate pudding.”
“Oh, I can taste it … stop …
stop!” cried Asanda.
“He’s too damn sexy for my own
good,” she told them, thinking
of the dimple in Parks’s chin and
that slow smile.
“Too damn sexy, that’s for sure!”
They giggled together.
Busi had never felt so popular
before. Asanda hooked an arm
through hers as they walked
back into class. “So tell me, Busi,”
she whispered, “just between
the two of us … have you done it
yet?”
“What?” Busi faked surprise. It
was the one thing she still
needed to keep a secret – the
night Parks was planning at the
hotel. She didn’t want anyone to
ruin that. “No, not yet,” she said.
“He’s not that kind of guy. He
respects me. He says we’ll have
sex only when I’m ready. But I’m
his girl, Asanda. He calls me his
sugar baby.”
“You are his baby,” Unathi
sounded disgusted. He had been
listening from a few metres
away as she bragged about
Parks. Now he came up to her.
“How old are you?”
“Sixteen soon,” Busi said crossly.
“Fifteen now,” Unathi said.
“So?”
“So, do you know that sugar
daddy of yours could be
arrested?” Seeing the look of
horror on Busi’s face, he went
on. “I could report him to the
police if he sleeps with you. A
man who has sex with a girl of
fifteen is committing rape in the
eyes of the law. That’s what it is,
Busi – rape. You are under the
age of consent. Your sugar
daddy umele uyokumvalela
etrongweni. And they should
throw away the key. I bet you’re
not the only girl he’s seeing.”
“I am!” shouted Busi. “And
anyway, I’m sixteen next month.
And you wouldn’t dare report
Parks.” But Unathi had made her
scared. His uncle was a
policeman. What if he checked
up on Parks? What if he followed
them? But she couldn’t let him
see her fear. “Have you finished
with your lecture?” She took a
step towards him so that she
was really close to his face,
“Because I’m sick of listening.”
“You’re just jealous, Unathi,”
said one of the girls who had
come up to join in, “because
Parks can give Busi what you
can’t.”
“And you really believe he loves
her?” asked Unathi. “That he
doesn’t cruise the streets in his
taxi looking for more sugar
babies like Busi to tempt with
treats and promises. And then to
use and dump – like spoiled
goods.”
“What do you know?” cried Busi.
But in that moment she realised
that he knew far too much. Not
only had he crushed her
moment of triumph, but he’d
made her afraid too. She wished
he’d just go. And she was
relieved when a group of his
friends dragged him away. She
tried to forget what Unathi had
said.
“When are you seeing your man
again?” asked Asanda as they
went into class. |
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