Chapter 1
10 YEARS AGO
It's a Friday afternoon and I'm late for my 13:15pm lecture, it's already 13:13pm and my lecture is on the other side of the building, I'm running as fast as my little legs can carry me but I'm failing dismally. 'If only mom had bought me that car then I wouldn't be suffering like this right now', I think to myself but then again she's not to blame for my irresponsibility. As I'm running I bump into this rock hard wall. 'I don't remember there being a wall here', I think to myself. The wall sure smells good that's for sure but I don't have the time to stand and admire this tall structure before me
"Fuck!" I say bending down to pick up my books
"I'm so sorry Miss...." He pauses reading my book "Miss Mbana", My surname rolls out of his lips like
melted chocolate. GOD my surname has never sounded better!
'SNAP OUT OF IT' my subconscious mentally scolds me and I'm reminded I was running late for class. I grab my book from his hand and get back up on my feet
"Thank you"
I say before continuing with my jog to class. "Sinokuhle Mbana always late!"
That's my lecturer standing in front, MY GOSH he's always been dramatic that one. UWC is such a big campus for me to be early for class ok!
"Sir I'm sorry"
I say as I head to my seat that was saved for me by my friend
"You 10 minutes late, I should have locked the door already! this is your last warning"
he scolds as I make my way to my seat next to Layla
"hey friend, what have I missed?"
I whisper
"nothing babe, he gave us these"
She says handing me a booklet of slides "thank you babe"
I say opening to the page she's in
"what's wrong with this code? Nothing's been underlined but it gives out the wrong output. Miss Mbana"
Says Mr tight pants, looking at me behind his glasses. If I didn't know better, I'd say he has a personal vendetta against me this man
"logical error maybe?" I say confidently
He looks at me for a while
"right, a logical error is an error that occurs when the program produces incorrect output which means that we probably did code the calculation correctly"
He says and continues lecturing us and tells us that this coming Friday we writing a class test that will contribute towards our DP's.
Whoever said university was fun clearly didn't do Computer Sciences else they wouldn't have said that. I hate my course but being the daughter of Ayola Majola and Lwando Mbana I have to do a meaningful course so that I don't struggle getting a job in future but with the mother I have who has my back, I am enrolled in fashion design as part time because she understands the struggle of not having your parents to back you up.
I finish up writing down notes as everyone walks out leaving me with Layla who thinks I'm ridiculous for doing two courses at the same time.
"So how was your test?"
She asks while packing her bag "it was easy, I'm certain I passed"
I say proudly. I love what I'm studying and today we had a test so hence I was running late
"I bumped into some guy today but I didn't even get the chance to see his face"
I say packing up my things into my handbag "then how do you even know it was a guy?" She asks sarcastically
"I'm certain it was a guy, his voice was heavenly and he had nice hands. He smelt heavenly and manly"
I say drooling
"Ladies"
Says a male voice walking into our class followed by laughter from other male voices that stop at the sight of us
"Miss Mbana, we meet again"
Says a tall light skinned brown eyed creature. MY GOD HE IS HOT! I look at him clueless, could it be the guy I bumped into earlier? His broad shoulder and rock solid looking chest seem like his and he definitely smells like him, what are the chances?
"Hi"
'is that all you can say?' my subconscious scolds me 'I don't know his name ok?!' I scold back 'play it cool' she says
"I'm Bantubonke Mtwa"
He says with his hand pulled out to me
"Sinokuhle Mbana"
I say shaking his hand and quickly pull it away from him
"This is my friend Layla" Layla waves
"Hi"
She says coldly, trust Layla to act all cold towards you making you feel ugly. Layla is coloured and she doesn't trip. She never gives any guy so much attention that he'll think he's the shiit.
"We have to go, mom's waiting outside" She says pulling my arm
"Will I ever see you again?"
He shouts as we head to the door
"U'Dubs is a big campus"
Layla says pulling me outside. Soon as we outside she fans herself
"It has to be illegal to look that yummy together with your squad! Did you see the lesbian with a fade though?"
She says, I shoot her a look
"since when are you into girls?"
I ask with a raised eyebrow and she chuckles
"I'm not into her, I only said she's hot! I would give up dick for a few days for her"
She says carelessly and I can't help but laugh at her. She has to be joking right? We walk to the cafeteria over light conversations and she manages to convince me to stalk Bantu on Instagram and what do you know? his account is private
"request a follow"
She says poking me
"NO! I don't want to give him the satisfaction!"
I argue
"Then make your account private so that he won't be able to stalk you"
She says grabbing my phone
"WOW Lay!"
I say defeated and stuffing fries into my tiny mouth "let's wait and see"
She says handing me my phone, I shake my head thinking of how crazy this person I call my friend is. Just as we are sitting like that my phone beeps and it's an Instagram notification. @Bonke_Mtwa has requested to follow me!