So I enter the lounge and find a place to sit. Luckily for me, it was just me and the boys because the girls were apparently on campus. There was an awkward silence, but I could sense that there were many questions that were going to be thrown my way. I waited patiently for someone to open the tap.
"Where do you work? Where did you get your car? How was Cape Town? How's life?" All those questions came rushing in from all of them, I actually felt like I was at a press conference. "Okay easy tigers, one at a time." I pleaded. I tried to reassure them that I was still the same person, the only difference between them and me is that I somehow managed to realize my dreams, well not all of them but most of them.
"It's just that it's been long and now you come back looking like Patrice Motsepe's side chick! Or is it because you're gay?" asked Nigel. There has always been that stereotype that gay people are rich. I don't think that's true. I just think gay people are comfortable and that's only because for most of our lives, we are made to feel uncomfortable about our sexuality. We are constantly ridiculed and that's why it's so easy for us to focus on things that will get us ahead in life and make us happy. Gone are the days when we did things to impress people. Educated gay people nowadays do things that suit them, and it is the same people that ridiculed us who come back and want a piece of our pie.
Eventually at some point, the interrogation turned into a catch up session. The girls returned and I got to meet them properly. There was Lerato, she was dating KG. Back in high school, I and a lot of other people used to think that KG would realize he's gay later on in his life. I guess we were all wrong because there was a lady in his life. KG had tendencies; nobody threw a bitch fit better than KG. He was a drama queen of note! Zama was with Nigel. They were such an odd couple if you ask me. One could have sworn Zama was arranged for Nigel, almost as if they didn't have a choice but to be together. Zama was bigger than everyone in the house combined. When she was with Nigel, they looked like the number 10. Thobile was with Morithi. I loved their union because Thobile understood Morithi more than anyone else in the house, including me. Malcolm was the only single guy in the house and he looked very much comfortable with it. The girls were a bundle of joy though. They spoke a lot of sense and that made it easier for me to connect with them. I guess it's true what they say about girls maturing quicker than boys.
Unfortunately, the time for me to face my own reality had come back to haunt me. I called Thebe and asked that we meet up for dinner. He still had no idea that I was in Joburg, so I had to fly to Cape Town, book into a hotel and pretend I was there the whole time. That's exactly what I did! I managed to find a flight that would leave in two hours. I packed a few toiletries and some outfits and asked KG to drive me to the airport.
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