As Menzi and I were driving to Zambezi to meet up with the rest of the guys, one of our favourite songs "When I See You" by Fantasia played on the radio. I remember in high school I used to have this undeniable crush on Menzi and every time I heard that song I would think of him. I was so afraid to tell him how I felt about him. In the end though, he revealed to me that he had also been feeling the same way about me but he too was afraid. I honestly believe that is the reason why good relationships don't happen these days, we're too afraid to express how we feel about certain people when we can actually find that those people feel the same way about us.
On our way to Zambezi we were stopped by a police officer. I reckon it's because we were playing loud music and he probably thought we were under the influence. He asked for my driver's license and when I gave it to him, he looked at it for a good two minutes before asking who the license belonged to between Menzi and me. It was quite evident that Menzi and I really looked alike. We managed to convince him though and drove off.
We arrived at the club to find KG and the group waiting for us outside. KG didn't look too happy to see that I had come with Menzi. He knew Menzi from school and also knew that I had something with him after Lincoln. Malcolm on the other hand was there with Sihle but he kept his distance. He didn't want to be seen next to Sihle in public. That's the one thing I hate about closet cases, you are only their boyfriend when it suits them!
We had a great time even though we were separated for social reasons. Gavin, Sihle, Menzi and I were on one end of the club, and the "straight" ones on the other. Gavin was fuming, he wanted to grab Malcolm and give him a piece of his mind. He was highly capable of doing that so we didn't try to stop him because the more you try to stop Gavin, the more you actually push him. We had a lot of fun though, so much that we forgot we were there with "straight" people until it was time to head back home. I was too drunk to drive. We dispersed ourselves amongst the three cars that were available to take us home. KG drove my car with me, Menzi, Nigel and Zama. Sihle drove away with Malcolm, Morithi and Thobile. Whilst Gavin drove with Lincoln, Kelebogile and Lerato. We all arrived at the commune safely and continued with the partying.
Whenever we got drunk with the boys, we liked to play a game called Drunk Confessions. Malcolm was the first to get up. He couldn't even stand straight. He turned off the music and looked at all of us before telling us that he and Sihle were an item and that we should f*%k off if we had a problem with it. Now that was obviously directed to his straight clique. Sihle seemed a bit shocked when Malcolm did that, but I reckon it was a bittersweet moment for him. The guys on the other hand were mumbling amongst themselves and KG said that my return to Johannesburg was confusing far too many people.
Nigel then decided to take his stand and told us that he was going to check himself into a rehabilitation centre for his alcohol addiction because he TOO wanted to get married to Zama. He received a round of applause, unlike Malcolm who got some blank stares. "Your friends are mad" Menzi whispered as he laughed. I loved them with their madness.
Morithi got up very slowly. Thobile was already up waiting for him to fall, but he didn't. He held his girlfriend who was all smiles before dropping the news on us. "We are pregnant!" he confessed. I was so happy. I was so excited, I felt like he told me that I was pregnant, or something of that nature because I really wanted a child with everything that I had but for a gay man, it's not that easy. Gavin yawned and turned the music back on. "I can't believe I wasted 2 minutes of my life listening to this!" he said. Sihle and I just laughed whilst the boys verbally attacked him. He stood there like a rock, unbothered by all their comments. "Are you fools done?" he calmly asked. Sihle and I intervened and took him away from the sound system. Menzi sat there laughing. Gavin is dramatic, we knew that. There was then an awkward silence because we were waiting for someone else to confess…
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