Princess sat huddled on the floor in the
corner of the overcrowded hut. Her hands wrapped around her knees. She rested
her forehead on her drawn up knees and let the silent tears flow.
"Damn him! Damn him! Damn his charm!
Damn his good looks! Damn the trinkets that he flashed before my eyes! Oh God!
What am I going to do?"
She heard her mother's voice calling to
her. She snorted the tears back into her body, counted to three and lifted her
head to see what her mother wanted.
"Why are you sitting in the corner by
yourself? Come and sit with us! Come and hear Aunt Sindisiwe's funny
stories," called her mother.
"In a while, Ma, I've got a
headache."
"Take a powder. They're in the drawer
by the basin."
"I have Ma," lied Princess.
"Alright my girl, come over when you
feel better."
"Yes Ma!"
She let her thoughts flow once more.
"When I feel better! Mmph! That will be never. He gave me that thing. That
thing that makes you so sick. That thing that kills you. He made me pregnant.
What will happen to me? What will happen to my baby? What will my mother do to
me when she finds out? We can't afford to bring a baby into our house."
She unravelled herself from the floor,
surreptitiously wiped her eyes and made her way to be "amused" by her
Aunt's tale of life with a rich white family in Durban. She sat with a fixed smile on her
face but her mind was wondering elsewhere.
She had heard about that Sangoma. That one
who helped young girls when they were pregnant. Her name was whispered around
the school. Sometimes the girls came back to school with no trace of the baby.
Two girls had just disappeared after the treatment. No-one really knew where
they were. They had just vanished. Their families said they had run away. Maybe
she should just run away. But then she would still have the problem.
"The TWO problems," she thought
bitterly. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"
How could she have been so stupid to fall
into his trap? He was at least ten years older than her. Why had she been so
proud of the interest this man had shown in her? Her friends envied her. He
could take her to nice places. He took her to the best shebeen in the township
– a shebeen that allowed him to buy her drinks.
Some of the drinks had tasted horrible and
she had screwed up her face after tasting them. He had laughed and said
"You need to get used to that one!"
It seemed like she had tasted hundreds
before she tasted one that she liked.
"Oooh, I like this. What's this one
called?" she asked.
"Oh, that's just a fruit drink,"
he replied. She saw him wink to the waiter as he said, "She likes this
one! Keep it coming!"
She started to feel warm and giggly. She
looked at him with adoration. He stroked her legs under the table. She felt
shivers escalating through her body. Devine shivers that excited parts of her
that had been asleep her whole life. He led her out of the shebeen and soon
they were in his hut where his piercing penis had taken away her flower.
Everything was easy for him after that. Once the flower was lost there was no
holding her back. She responded to his faintest touch in a fury of passion.
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