Pemphero W Mphande@PempheroMphande
On Sundays like today, we would usually dress up, wear our best cologne, and head to Blues for Soul Food looking good and smelling good. Maybe "dress up" is a bit of an exaggeration, we were never exactly fashion icons. But you get the point. We loved Soul Food, not so much for the food, but for the booze, the company, and the dance floor. And boy, did we dance until the early hours of morning. Of course there also was something succulent to the blues burger.
I noticed recently that the dance floor is gone. Apparently, people now prefer to sit down, eat, drink, and smoke shisha. Sounds unhealthy to me. No wonder everyone looks fat and obese these days, apart from afew gym bros, of course. Anyway, that's not the story I want to tell.
One Sunday night, we were at Soul Food when a girlfriend to one of my friends I was with arrived with two of her stunning friends. If this were today, I would simply call them baddies. We were delighted to have them join us. The four of us had been there since early afternoon but the girls got drunk remarkably fast, and the night settled into the usual rhythm of dancing, sitting down, drinking, and dancing again.
At some point, my friend whose girlfriend had joined us disappeared from the dance floor at exactly the same time as one of the girls. A little later she returned, and he followed a few minutes afterward. We thought nothing of it. There was nothing immediately suspicious.
Later, he told us what had happened. While they were dancing, the girl he disappeared with leaned over and whispered something suggestive in his ear. She whispered, “You are making me horny. Ukwanisa kudya girlfriend wako ndi ineso?” Those words instantly sent him into a testosterone rush. He was as hard as a bone. Before long, they slipped away to the car park for a quickie. According to him, it was one of the most thrilling experiences of his entire life. The adrenaline, the risk of being caught, and the fact that she was his girlfriend's closest friend gave him the best orgasm. We could not believe it as he told us the story. We carried him and bought him shots. We called him our hero. We admired him and praised him for his triumphant act.
We eventually left blues around 3am and we all crashed at my place in Chilobwe. The two girls didn't come with us, they had left much earlier. By then, we had found company in other beautiful baddies. I would like to assume these baddies are now mothers, wives or single mothers. This was almost ten years ago. I will not reveal whether we went home with them or not. Let's just say we had a memorable night.
The next morning, we woke up nursing brutal hangovers, only to find our friend in tears. Looking back now, it was actually quite funny. Apparently, after the night's adventures, he had texted the girl from the car park hoping for a recap. Her response was cold.
She had said, "Aise, it's not like I like you. I was just getting revenge on your girlfriend. Last month, she slept with my boyfriend."
That was how our friend discovered that his girlfriend of three years had been cheating on him. The man cried like a baby. We immediately cancelled all our plans for the day. Well, almost. Our new plan was to continue drinking, purely to help our heartbroken friend avoid facing reality for a few more hours. Moral of the story: fear women. My friend is still traumatised or let me say he is awakened. Once a lover boy, now a rich fuck boy in his thirties who detests commitment!