Burn Ten (Part 26) “Hey bro where did you disappear to, we were worrying sick about you, one minute you were on the dance floor –with two chicks, grinding and dropping it like its hot and the next minute poooo! You were gone.” Tiza said after I found them still there in the party. Nothing had changed – there was still no “game” except that they were stinking drunk. “It’s a long story bro.” I said taking a drink from one of the bottles that was already open on the table, trying to drown my embarrassment and thinking ‘she is going to pay for what she did to me – no one plays Zac and get away with it like that.’ I didn’t have a clue how I was going to do that but I had a “gut feeling” that one day I will. I am sure you asking yourself why did it bother me so much – since I got what I wanted, so what was the fuss all about? Look you don’t get it – players play the game, they don’t like the game to play them – that was one of our golden rule. Being in control and calling shots meant everything to you as a player –telling her how high or low to jump – when to stay or when to leave did something to your pride as MAN. Although I know some would like to differ and say a man doesn’t do that – he doesn’t use women or play them just to feed his biiig ego, only boys do that. That’s their opinion I can’t contend with them. Anyway that night she flipped the whole thing around – she rearrange the rules of the game. She was in control and calling the shots and I was taking orders. And I hated her for that – in fact I hated every woman for that, except Pam of course – she was not every woman, she was special. Talking about Pam, how was I going to look her in the eyes again? Just a thought of her gave me skin pops – I know I was not supposed to beat down myself about it because we were not yet a couple. But I didn’t like the way I was feeling, I felt like I betrayed her, somehow she was beginning to let her guard down for me, which was proof that she was beginning to trust me and the sign of that was giving me her numbers without me nagging her about them. You see I can’t say she was naive or anything I am pretty sure she knew what I was famous for. No girl at campus didn’t know what Zac, Tiza and friends where good with. So there is no way she thought I was some angel, she knew who I was – but I believe she was one of those people who believed that no matter what a person does or did in the past – there is always that good part in him, that godlike part in him. she was the type of a person who saw good in everyone even though it was deep underneath covered by evil. I have no doubt that she would have found some good in a man like Adolf Hitler if she had a chance to meet him. Okay, after chilling for a while, not enjoying the party anymore and my eyes were bit heavy I suggested to the fellas that we should get going but Jim was the first one to object my suggestion. “Hell no, we not going anywhere until we also get something, something – even if it meant going for them all ladies there as you did.” Agh I really hated everything about that guy, he always found a way to press my buttons and tick off. I was about to lash back at him when Tiza backed up him. “Jim is right, since “Zac” had gotten, some, some – It doesn’t mean we also have to go.” Eish, I didn’t want to be the one to tell them that they were not going to get a thing, besides fact that they were pissed-drunk, none of the girls were in the mood to hear what they had to say, “Money talks baba”. And for me to go with that lady to her house was pure LUCK (Location, Understanding, Connections, Knowledge), I was in the right place at the right time, I understood what she was doing, I connected her through music on the dance floor and I had knowledge how to accept the opportunity and use it. So Tiza and them didn’t have that. Them girls were throwing themselves and paying attention to the guys with gold teeth, carrying big phones, drinking Hennessey and wearing shirts with big collars. Who else may I be referring to except the BEE magnates? Yep the house was full of them and some young entrepreneurs and politicians like “Juju” who still love house music and know how to live “Le Good life”. Okay since it was obvious that they were determined to spend the whole night there, I asked Mruti to open the car for me so that I can crush at the back seat and he did – the rest is history. I can’t tell you when did we leave the party or how did I get back to the dorm but what I can tell you is that I was feeling awful the following day and I didn’t go to the class either. And the other thing I can tell you that from that day on I realized how a small decision like deciding to leave with a woman you don’t know can change the course of your life forever – like it changed mine after that.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 10:02:50 +0000
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