I used to be a grooviest of note. I loved going out and living out loud. I am a mix race so that really worked to my advantage on the physical point of view. By that I mean I was blessed with looks.
My mom being Xhosa and my dad being white I had the best features from both of them. I had the body to die for and because it was genes I didn't even have to work hard for the body. I could eat a whole pot of pap and junk and not even gain a single weight from that.
Anyway my looks deceived me a lot. I was wanted by very rich men and they all regarded me highly. Growing up I was loved by many people mainly because of just how cute I was.
I was every parents dream child. Even the teachers in my primary School were super obsessed with me. I must have been our entire communities favourite child I kid you not.
Things just started changing gradually when I went to high school. I became an unruly child,my beauty got into my head and I became the most unruly child ever. I was what they now call a baddie.
I had my first boyfriend in grade 8. He was my age and in the same grade. We dated until we went to grade 9. That is when I lost the ball. Of course I was still focused on my school work but I developed a thing for older men.
It started with my teacher,my maths teacher. He must have been in his late twenties while I was just 15. I was a bright student but when I realised that he had the hots for me I started acting like I was lacking on his subject just so he can give me extra lessons here and there.
I mean he was young and hot and definitely my type. We started with those extra classes at school almost every after school and we connected so much until we eventually took the extra classes to his house. Yes ,I was only 15 but not a virgin. My first boyfriend who was my age harvested first so I knew what was happening. I was not r@ped! He was 28 if not 29 but he was not 30.
We had our fun in the name of extra classes and eventually it came out to the public. We didn't go public we ll I just told the wrong people and eventually it was leaked out. I didn't do it on purpose because I knew the kind of trouble he would've ended up in.
Before it could even get far he immediately took a transfer to another school and luckily no follow up was ever done on it. It was soon after his departure and silent treatment that I started being very wild.
I was now used to dating independent men so I went on and dated a taxi driver. Those ones will make you feel like the only woman in the world. I was 16 turning 17 at this stage.
I was only dating older men with cars. My age mates were so nunus, baby boys nothing I could ever write home about.
A lot thought I would never make it to matric or even pass matric. I was no longer the most adored child,I was now the most annoying and disrespectful child. Let me tell you now that I changed men every three months.
I couldn't last in relationships , I would either get bored and leave or the man would just disappear on me which I didn't care about because ndimhle mna keh Sana.
I passed my matric with flying colours and I was accepted at the university of Pretoria (UP). I moved to Hatfield and did I not drive men crazy? All type and kind of men I kid you not.
Well varsity guys also tried their Lucks but mna keh I just wanted big boys. Most preferably Nigerian men because ogas were known for big spending and I loved the finest things in life.
Oh! you are probably wondering about my family background? I forgot to touch on that. I come from a very comfortable home where I lacked nothing. My parents were seperated because my dad's family did not like my mom and I but my dad sent us enough money every month without fail.
My dad is now married to someone of his race and that makes his family very happy. But he makes sure my mom and I are well taken care off. He comes from a wealthy family so if he chose us they probably would have cut him off. There's a word I forgot that I wanted to use for him but anyway we move.
Coming to varsity I only did big boys. At some point I dated a 62 year old man that time I was on 21 and he took very good care of me. My Instagram was buzzing with rich people content. Unfortunately my rich sugar daddy passed away and I started struggling a bit. He left nothing for me and obviously he was married and his family didn't even know me so I was out and down. Truth is I loved him and his death did a number on me.
I started dating anyone who had money. It was now purely just anyone who had money. So I would meet random people at clubs and allow them to take me home. That became my life and I somehow started loving it.
I avoided long term relationships because at the end of the day when they die we are left with nothing so no more commitment from me. The hit and run life became fun for me and I started being all for it.
But y'all know that no matter how much fun I have, school is a priority for me. I was doing exceptionally well at school still and was never failing. I was in my last year when I met a man who ruined my life for good. YOH wandiyenza!
So I met this man at zanzou Bar and lounge in Pretoria. If you are familiar with Pretoria then you know the lounge. He was my type, and even young something I don't normally go for. But he caught my attention that night.
He smelled so good and his muscles and buff chest were just a pillow for me in my head. I was drooling over this guy. I even wanted to speed the night so that we get right into it. Finally he took me to his nice apartment in Centurion.
He clearly had money for days which something that's rare for these young men unless its a daddy's boy kinda thing.
But this one was on the phone most time on our way home and he was reverting to business calls. In my mind he was a prompt business man hey. A proper one.
We were drunk but I was seeing a second night with him even before we had our first. Anyway we got to his place and man his apartment was freezing cold and had a smell of wet soil/sand inside it. But I just thought maybe I'm too drunk.
He offered me more drinks when we arrived and we spoke but I can tell you now that I don't remember our conversation at all. I think I must have passed out.
While I was out something happened. It felt like there was a group of people taking off my clothes in the house and I think I saw fire being circulated on my face. Yoh I don't know what was happening but it was definitely witchcraft. It was like I was a sacrifice for a ritual.
I heard distant chanting and singing. I also saw an animal im still not sure what kind of animal that was. But what I do remember vividly was a donkey having intercourse with me.
I screamed and tried running away but my body was too heavy for me. The man was a Nigerian man so I had the language I didn't even understand. I tried screaming so much but the donkey was not letting go of me. I screamed until I passed out.
The next day I woke up at a hospital admitted. They say I was dropped off by a very young girl who looks younger than me probably 16 years old. The woman said that she found me ditched somewhere and it looks like I had been gang r@ped.
To this day I have adopted some evil spirits from that day on. No man looks my way and if a man does then the next day the man passes away. Like my life is a mess and I am always at home because I am scared of the curse that I carry with me. Life has taught me that looks will never get you anywhere and they could very well ruin you.
I see the donkey in my room once every month and the next day I wake up with a very painful womb. I've tried churches and sangomas and nothing can stop the donkey from sleeping with me.
The funny thing is that I can't even remember the guys face or name. It's like he has never existed.
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