We meet a young lady, she goes by the name of Yoza but her real name is Yongama. She is currently a young adult in her mid 20’s. She has one child and she lives in her own flat in the Northern suburbs of Johannesburg. She has a decent job and is maintaining her life very well. Her child lives at home with her parents in EC and she goes there regularly to visit them and makes sure they are well to do. She is also a graduate and she had been doing great in her studies.
Now let us look back to where this lady comes from till she got to where she is, as the story begins.
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Yoza came to Pretoria when she was 19 to do her first year at TUT. She had no child at the time and she was still a virgin, even though she had a boyfriend from home. She had promised him that she would cut the cake for him when she returned for the first time for holidays and he had been okay with that. At TUT she was living with some girls who were older than her and they always talked about sex.
She always wondered what sex was like and she could not wait to start doing it. Over the first Easter holidays she gave it up to her boyfriend, and to her surprise it was not as good as she had expected. She thought maybe something was wrong with her. Upon going back to school she told her friends everything.
“No chomi, nothing is wrong with you. Your man just doesn’t know how to do it. You need to get you someone who will know how to work that thing. And you on the other hand you need to also work that a**. You can not just expect him to do everything. Just make sure you get a kind of man that is…” They continued explaining to her what sort of a guy would be good in bed, from which tribe were guys good and what not. Yoza listened with much interest and she was looking forward to experiencing the greater sex on her own. But she would not dare cheat on her boyfriend.
It happened that during June holidays, she found out that her boyfriend from EC had been cheating all along. Despite the love that she had for him and the fact that she had kept herself just for him, even though she could have dated other guys from Pretoria. After getting hurt like that by her boyfriend she decided that men were not worth loving. The next guy she would be with, she definitely would not love.
Going back to Pretoria, she was studying at Main campus and staying in the CBD, so everyday she used to walk from her flat to Arcadia campus, catch a bus then off to the main campus. That was her routine. She would go on church street past the shops there. One day as she was looking for a tv she went in another furniture shop that she had seen cheaper tv’s at. When she got in the sales man welcomed her.
“Yes my sister, what can I help you?” She told him she wanted a tv. The guy was young, could be in his mid 20’s and Yoza noticed that his lips were pinkish and he was very cute. Her heart started beating fast and she was all nervous. “I am looking, I want err… I want to…. A, a, I want to buy a tv” she said nervously. “I have got all sorts of tv’s” the sales man went on showing her all different tv’s and their prices. And Yoza still hadn’t decided what tv she wanted. Not that she had been concentrating on whatever the guy was saying. She had been looking at his lips and examining his body, his movements and everything.
She thought she now understood what a sexy guy was. The guy was slim, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a company shirt. The belt around his waist was not tight so as he moved it was almost like he was intentionally shaking his waist seductively because the loose belt would slightly move, whenever he moved. “So which one would you like?” the guy said while poking her on her shoulder. She got a shock and realised she had been day dreaming and did not hear a word the guy had been saying. “I haven’t decided.” She said. “You should come back next time. I know you go past here everyday” The guy said with a smile. That sent her blood ruhing. So the guy had noticed her while she walked from school.
“Can I take your number? So I can call before I come to see if the tv’s are still here” she said. She really meant it. She did not want to come back to the shop and find tv’s out of stock. The sales guy had no problem; he gave her his business card. And she learned that his name was Mpho. “And I am Yongama, I am telling you so that when I call you can recognise me”.
Let me mention that Yoza had never been a typical (according to stereotype) rural girl. She always had great sense of style and she had absolutely no problem blending in with the locals when she got to Pretoria.