My Given I sat on the edge of her bed, with my head in my hands, crying. My heart was pounding and adrenaline rushed through my veins, making me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn’t make myself calm down. I couldn’t even take a breath. My hands trembled as I wiped the braids out of my eyes. I glanced through my tears at Given, huddled in the corner of her bright yellow room. She was curled up in a ball with her head on her knees, shaking. I stared, wondering what she was thinking, and what I should do. I wanted so badly to go comfort her as we both cried, but I felt as though I could never touch her again. I felt dirty, very apologetic about what happened, even evil. I began to question every belief I’d ever had, even who I was. I looked back down to the ground, and watched everything fade away as more tears formed in my eyes. I wanted to just disappear, to leave my body behind, and not have to deal with what was about to happen. My housemate and I had decided to go to Cape Town to visit her family for the weekend. She stood over my bed one Friday morning, watching me sleep. I opened my eyes and smiled expecting her to crawl in like she did every morning after her rehearsals, but instead she asked ” You wanna come to Cape Town with me?” She had a huge, fake smile on her face, as if she was saying please. I didn’t hesitate. “Sure,” I said as I made room for her next to me. How could I say no to Given, especially when she smiled at me like that? I didn’t care where we were going, but I knew I didn’t want to spend a weekend with out her. Given was the eldest daughter of two extremely religious parents, and attended Catholic school her whole life. She was very sheltered, and modest, whereas I am a very open-minded, liberal person, who is anything but modest. She was Xhosa and had black, long, curly dreadlocks that she always left hanging. Her eyes were almost black, and were so mysterious and deep that I could stare into them and get lost. She wore pointy, black glasses that I called her “sassy librarian glasses.” She dressed how my friends would describe as “dykey.” Not completely butch though, just sort of baggy pants, and overalls, as opposed to pink dresses and platform shoes. She was pretty shocked to hear that she came across as a lesbian to people who didn’t know her, but I assured her that she didn’t look gay, and that I cleared up the “misunderstanding” that she was to anyone who asked. I was the first lesbian she’d ever met, and being such a religious and sheltered girl, I was almost positive she would move out once I told her. ” Before you get settled in, I should tell you something…I’m gay,” I said as I helped her unpack. She stared back at me smiling. ” Cool… could you hand me that hanger?” She brushed it off like we were talking about the weather. I sighed to myself, relieved that I didn’t scare off my first housemate who seemed to be pretty cool. Star and I clicked instantly, spending every moment together. We would stay up all night playing UNO, listening to music and talking. I knew that I had feelings for her, but I also knew that telling her would do nothing but ruin things between us. After all, a straight girl doesn’t want her gay housemate liking her. I kept it to myself, and I was more than happy with the way things were. After about a week, we began sleeping in the same bed, which began by her innocently crawling into my bed one night, saying that the room was too cold. I didn’t complain, and from then on we couldn’t spend a night apart. We would stay up all night just cuddling and talking. One night we lay in my bed, facing each other in the dark and a tear fell from her eyes. ” Cheryl, I think I’m in love with you,” she said. She closed her eyes tightly as more tears rolled down her face. My heart dropped, and my stomach twisted. Those words were so wonderful that they hurt. I had loved her from the moment she walked into my house. ” I think I love you too,” I whispered back as I wiped the tears from her cheek. That night we layed in my bed all night, just talking in the dark. We would lie in bed all day, skipping classes just to be together. Those four cement walls, which I despised when I moved in, were now our haven. Anything that happened outside those walls was irrelevant. We had our own world, that no one could see into or touch, where we could just be. Given made me promise to keep this a secret, fearing what people would think of her. I agreed, even though it was agonizing to have to hide the things that I was used to being open about. It was a small price to pay for the beauty she brought into my life. We sat at Emmarentia Dam one day, discussing how fate brought us together. We remembered every decision that we had made and how easy it would have been to have never crossed each other’s paths. She couldn’t believe how lucky we were to find each other, but I knew it wasn’t luck, it was meant to be… FATE!!! We loved every moment of every day, sitting by the dam talking, laying in bed, or just driving through the winding roads out in the the area. We even went house hunting, planning for the following year when we would need a place that she could practice with the band she was starting, where we wouldn’t disturb our neighbors. She made my life complete. As wonderful as life with her was, I began to feel very hesitant about meeting her friends and parents. I was very nervous as we walked up to the front door of her parents home, after all they knew I was “the gay housemate”and I’m sure they felt uncomfortable with me sharing a house with their daughter. Meeting them went relatively well though. We were all sort of fidgety and nervous, but we made it through dinner in one piece. Given and I tried not to make too much eye contact, fearing that they could sense how much we cared about each other. Later I asked Given what they thought of me, and the comment her parents had about me was ” She doesn’t look gay.” I guess I took that as a compliment, and went on with what I was doing. Her parents both went to work that night, and Given and I sat on her bed talking. She had the Bible out, and was reading me the parts about homosexuality being a sin. ” Cheryl, do you actually think you were born gay? I mean, don’t you think you could change if you wanted to?” I stared up at her in disbelief. ” No, I can’t change Given, sometimes I wish I could, but I can’t change who I am. She started explaining her viewpoint on the situation, which was that all people have homosexual tendencies, but we aren’t supposed to follow them. They are a temptation on this earth just like stealing, and alcohol. She told me that I would be okay, because I could follow God with her, and he would rid me of this awful sin. I interrupted her, “I have to go now.” We sat in silence, staring at each other. ” Cheryl, I am a perfect example. I have these tendencies, but I’m choosing not to follow them anymore. I know it’s the same for you, you just have to want to be fixed” “Fixed. I need to be fixed. That’s great Given, just great. Tell me you love me, bring me hundreds of kilometers from home to meet your parents, who hate me, and tell me I need to be fixed! Ok I really need to leave now.” ” My parents are leaving work early to come talk to us Cheryl, they know everything now, and I cant take you anywhere yet.” I felt a huge lump forming in my throat, and I felt dizzy. She told her parents that she had feelings for me, and that we acted on them, and that she needed to talk it out with them. ” So right now they are driving home, planning how to kill me.” She laughed, “No Cheryl, they just want to talk.” How could she laugh? I felt so guilty, like I betrayed the trust of two parents who left their innocent daughter with me in Johannesburg, and look what I did. I corrupted her. So there I was, sitting on the edge of her bed, in that bright yellow room, feeling as if I was no longer in my body. I felt numb, lifeless, and lost. I didn’t know whether to pack my bags and walk, or to wait for her parents to get home, and deal with the worst situation I had ever dealt with. I already went through this shit with so many people around me except for my parents; there was no way I could deal with someone else’s parents, especially when all I was to them was some dyke who corrupted their daughter. We sat there in silence, me on the bed, and her on the floor, crying, thinking, and wishing we were somewhere else, anywhere in the world but here. From that moment on the Given I knew and loved was gone. The beautiful Xhosa girl, with big brown eyes and a huge smile was taken away and turned into a dull, lifeless object, with the gleam in her eyes and smile gone forever. I waited alone in the room when her parents got home, continuing to stare at the ground, contemplating my life. I thought about choices I had made, and questioned decisions that in the past I thought were right. I looked at my life from outside myself, and could not understand how the life I was so happy with, had turned into so much heartache and confusion. Her comments had a big impact on me, and I questioned why I was gay. After years of struggling to accept myself, and finally doing so, I was back to the doubt and confusion that I had long forgotten. ” This isn’t me.” I thought to myself. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I saw myself through their eyes, and hated me. After their never-ending talk in the other room, Given came in. She looked even more upset. ” I can take you now,” she said, staring at the ground, as if she couldn’t look me in the eyes anymore. Her parents probably made her hate me too. I stood up, grabbed my luggage and followed her out the door. I looked over to her parents on the couch as I left, but they refused to look up. I decided that gay people must be invisible in that house. They’re probably afraid that by looking me in the eyes, I might make them gay too. She drove me to the bus station, where I caught a bus home. We hugged each other good-bye, and cried for a few minutes. “I’m so sorry Given, I didn’t mean to make your life so confusing. Please tell your parents how sorry I am…” We stood in silence for a few minutes. ” Given, not everyone is attracted to the same sex, that means something you know. It’s your life, but I just don’t want you to kid yourself, and realize when you’re forty, and married with kids, that you really are a lesbian.” ” I’m not gay Cheryl, I love you, and I don’t know why, but I can’t follow that lifestyle. I have to follow God. It doesn’t matter what my parents, or anyone else thinks about you, what matters is if you’re happy. If that is who you are, and it makes you happy, then go for it. I feel as though I am betraying God, and I cant live like that. I have to come home and figure a lot of things out. I’m moving out Monday. It’s not that I don’t want to live with you anymore, it’s that I can’t. I wont be able to get over you until you are out of my life for good.” That was the last time I ever saw Given. I got on the plane and went to see some friends for a few days. When I finally got back home to my house it was half empty. I guess she got there early to avoid seeing me again. She left me a cd that she recorded for me at her house the night I left. It’s of her singing and playing the guitar. I listened to it over and over again, and still do when I think about her. It’s about missing each other, and saying goodbye, and hopefully being able to meet again one day. I don’t know what to think about the lyrics, but I know that I will never forget her. What happened between me and Given beca

My Given (A Reality Check)

I sat on the edge of her bed, with my head in my hands, crying. My heart was pounding and adrenaline rushed through my veins, making me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn’t make myself calm down. I couldn’t even take a breath. My hands trembled as I wiped the braids out of my eyes. I glanced through my tears at Given, huddled in the corner of her bright yellow room. She was curled up in a ball with her head on her knees, shaking. I stared, wondering what she was thinking, and what I should do. I wanted so badly to go comfort her as we both cried, but I felt as though I could never touch her again. I felt dirty, very apologetic about what happened, even evil. I began to question every belief I’d ever had, even who I was. I looked back down to the ground, and watched everything fade away as more tears formed in my eyes. I wanted to just disappear, to leave my body behind, and not have to deal with what was about to happen.

My housemate and I had decided to go to Cape Town to visit her family for the weekend. She stood over my bed one Friday morning, watching me sleep. I opened my eyes and smiled expecting her to crawl in like she did every morning after her rehearsals, but instead she asked ” You wanna come to Cape Town with me?” She had a huge, fake smile on her face, as if she was saying please. I didn’t hesitate.

“Sure,” I said as I made room for her next to me.

How could I say no to Given, especially when she smiled at me like that? I didn’t care where we were going, but I knew I didn’t want to spend a weekend with out her.
Given was the eldest daughter of two extremely religious parents, and attended Catholic school her whole life. She was very sheltered, and modest, whereas I am a very open-minded, liberal person, who is anything but modest. She was Xhosa and had black, long, curly dreadlocks that she always left hanging. Her eyes were almost black, and were so mysterious and deep that I could stare into them and get lost. She wore pointy, black glasses that I called her “sassy librarian glasses.” She dressed how my friends would describe as “dykey.” Not completely butch though, just sort of baggy pants, and overalls, as opposed to pink dresses and platform shoes. She was pretty shocked to hear that she came across as a lesbian to people who didn’t know her, but I assured her that she didn’t look gay, and that I cleared up the “misunderstanding” that she was to anyone who asked.

I was the first lesbian she’d ever met, and being such a religious and sheltered girl, I was almost positive she would move out once I told her.

” Before you get settled in, I should tell you something…I’m gay,” I said as I helped her unpack.

She stared back at me smiling. ” Cool… could you hand me that hanger?” She brushed it off like we were talking about the weather. I sighed to myself, relieved that I didn’t scare off my first housemate who seemed to be pretty cool.

Given and I clicked instantly, spending every moment together. We would stay up all night playing UNO, listening to music and talking. I knew that I had feelings for her, but I also knew that telling her would do nothing but ruin things between us. After all, a straight girl doesn’t want her gay housemate liking her. I kept it to myself, and I was more than happy with the way things were.

After about a week, we began sleeping in the same bed, which began by her innocently crawling into my bed one night, saying that the room was too cold. I didn’t complain, and from then on we couldn’t spend a night apart. We would stay up all night just cuddling and talking.
One night we lay in my bed, facing each other in the dark and a tear fell from her eyes. ” Cheryl, I think I’m in love with you,” she said. She closed her eyes tightly as more tears rolled down her face.

My heart dropped, and my stomach twisted. Those words were so wonderful that they hurt. I had loved her from the moment she walked into my house.

” I think I love you too,” I whispered back as I wiped the tears from her cheek. That night we layed in my bed all night, just talking in the dark.

We would lie in bed all day, skipping classes just to be together. Those four cement walls, which I despised when I moved in, were now our haven. Anything that happened outside those walls was irrelevant. We had our own world, that no one could see into or touch, where we could just be. Given made me promise to keep this a secret, fearing what people would think of her. I agreed, even though it was agonizing to have to hide the things that I was used to being open about. It was a small price to pay for the beauty she brought into my life.

We sat at Emmarentia Dam one day, discussing how fate brought us together. We remembered every decision that we had made and how easy it would have been to have never crossed each other’s paths. She couldn’t believe how lucky we were to find each other, but I knew it wasn’t luck, it was meant to be… FATE!!! We loved every moment of every day, sitting by the dam talking, laying in bed, or just driving through the winding roads out in the the area. We even went house hunting, planning for the following year when we would need a place that she could practice with the band she was starting, where we wouldn’t disturb our neighbors. She made my life complete.

As wonderful as life with her was, I began to feel very hesitant about meeting her friends and parents. I was very nervous as we walked up to the front door of her parents home, after all they knew I was “the gay housemate”and I’m sure they felt uncomfortable with me sharing a house with their daughter. Meeting them went relatively well though. We were all sort of fidgety and nervous, but we made it through dinner in one piece. Given and I tried not to make too much eye contact, fearing that they could sense how much we cared about each other. Later I asked Given what they thought of me, and the comment her parents had about me was ” She doesn’t look gay.” I guess I took that as a compliment, and went on with what I was doing. Her parents both went to work that night, and Given and I sat on her bed talking. She had the Bible out, and was reading me the parts about homosexuality being a sin.

” Cheryl, do you actually think you were born gay? I mean, don’t you think you could change if you wanted to?”

I stared up at her in disbelief. ” No, I can’t change Given, sometimes I wish I could, but I can’t change who I am.

She started explaining her viewpoint on the situation, which was that all people have homosexual tendencies, but we aren’t supposed to follow them. They are a temptation on this earth just like stealing, and alcohol. She told me that I would be okay, because I could follow God with her, and he would rid me of this awful sin.
I interrupted her, “I have to go now.” We sat in silence, staring at each other.

” Cheryl, I am a perfect example. I have these tendencies, but I’m choosing not to follow them anymore. I know it’s the same for you, you just have to want to be fixed”
“Fixed. I need to be fixed. That’s great Given, just great. Tell me you love me, bring me hundreds of kilometers from home to meet your parents, who hate me, and tell me I need to be fixed! Ok I really need to leave now.”

” My parents are leaving work early to come talk to us Cheryl, they know everything now, and I cant take you anywhere yet.”
I felt a huge lump forming in my throat, and I felt dizzy. She told her parents that she had feelings for me, and that we acted on them, and that she needed to talk it out with them.

” So right now they are driving home, planning how to kill me.”

She laughed, “No Cheryl, they just want to talk.”

How could she laugh? I felt so guilty, like I betrayed the trust of two parents who left their innocent daughter with me in Johannesburg, and look what I did. I corrupted her.

So there I was, sitting on the edge of her bed, in that bright yellow room, feeling as if I was no longer in my body. I felt numb, lifeless, and lost. I didn’t know whether to pack my bags and walk, or to wait for her parents to get home, and deal with the worst situation I had ever dealt with. I already went through this shit with so many people around me except for my mother; there was no way I could deal with someone else’s parents, especially when all I was to them was some dyke who corrupted their daughter. We sat there in silence, me on the bed, and her on the floor, crying, thinking, and wishing we were somewhere else, anywhere in the world but here. From that moment on the Given I knew and loved was gone. The beautiful Xhosa girl, with big brown eyes and a huge smile was taken away and turned into a dull, lifeless object, with the gleam in her eyes and smile gone forever.

I waited alone in the room when her parents got home, continuing to stare at the ground, contemplating my life. I thought about choices I had made, and questioned decisions that in the past I thought were right. I looked at my life from outside myself, and could not understand how the life I was so happy with, had turned into so much heartache and confusion. Her comments had a big impact on me, and I questioned why I was gay. After years of struggling to accept myself, and finally doing so, I was back to the doubt and confusion that I had long forgotten.

” This isn’t me.” I thought to myself. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I saw myself through their eyes, and hated me.

After their never-ending talk in the other room, Given came in. She looked even more upset.
” I can take you now,” she said, staring at the ground, as if she couldn’t look me in the eyes anymore. Her parents probably made her hate me too.

I stood up, grabbed my luggage and followed her out the door. I looked over to her parents on the couch as I left, but they refused to look up. I decided that gay people must be invisible in that house. They’re probably afraid that by looking me in the eyes, I might make them gay too. She drove me to the bus station, where I caught a plane home. We hugged each other good-bye, and cried for a few minutes.

“I’m so sorry Given, I didn’t mean to make your life so confusing. Please tell your parents how sorry I am…” We stood in silence for a few minutes. ” Given, not everyone is attracted to the same sex, that means something you know. It’s your life, but I just don’t want you to kid yourself, and realize when you’re forty, and married with kids, that you really are a lesbian.”

” I’m not gay Cheryl, I love you, and I don’t know why, but I can’t follow that lifestyle. I have to follow God. It doesn’t matter what my parents, or anyone else thinks about you, what matters is if you’re happy. If that is who you are, and it makes you happy, then go for it. I feel as though I am betraying God, and I cant live like that. I have to come home and figure a lot of things out. I’m moving out Monday. It’s not that I don’t want to live with you anymore, it’s that I can’t. I wont be able to get over you until you are out of my life for good.”

That was the last time I ever saw Given. I got on the plane and went to see some friends for a few days. When I finally got back home to my house it was half empty. I guess she got there early to avoid seeing me again. She left me a cd that she recorded for me at her house the night I left. It’s of her singing and playing the guitar. I listened to it over and over again, and still do when I think about her. It’s about missing each other, and saying goodbye, and hopefully being able to meet again one day. I don’t know what to think about the lyrics, but I know that I will never forget her…IMG_0021-0.JPG

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An Open Letter to Donald Trump

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Mbalula a beacon of hope for broader change

The question of transformation in South Africa is a love hate tug of war. While many express the need for such change,  only a few will translate this into action in many aspects of South African life. When it comes to the crunch, very few actually want the  status quo to change. There have been many examples this year starting with the Sparrow racial  incident to the recent vitriol unleashed on MinisterMbalula when it comes to the transformation of sports. The Sparrow incident provides context of why change is loathed. Prejudice particularly racial prejudice is still very  alive 22 years into our democracy and it is the prism through which debates in our society about the need for change takes place. If you assess the slow pace of affirmative action as outlined in the recent  employment equity report released by the Minister of Labour where a paltry  14 percent of top corporate  jobs are occupied by black Africans you wake up to the reality that the winds of change that were born with the 1994 so called miracle have long ceased blowing.

The slow transformation of sports is an utter shame and particularly painful given the magnanimity of our fnding President when he embraced rugby loving white South Africans by dawning the springbok jersey in the 1995 Rugby World Cup .This was against all advice of his own comrades who suspected that the white Afrikaner conservatives who treated rugby like a little religion will never return the favor. Indeed it has come to pass. When you look at the current squad that has just returned from the rugby World Cup two decades  later you have to be disgusted, There seems to have been scant attempt to transform the sport to be inclusive. The AA stats  I referred to earlier only say that this is a trend across society and not just in sports.

So if you as Minister is faced with this kind of recalcitrance what do you do? Mbalula unlike his labour counterpart Mildred Oliphant seems to have reached the end of his tether. His tolerance level for the slow pace of change has been ultimately tested.hence time for action. Mildred Oliphant seems to think a road show to educate whites about the need for transformation is the best way to go about this after 22 years of all her predecessors releasing report after report decrying the absence of change. The determined action to stop the charade of international presence is what earned Mbalula insults from the likes of Onselen and others on both mainstream and social media. His sin is to act and stop molly coddling the big establishment with big capital behind them. His deal seems simple enough for me to understand. You cannot carry on using the good name of a transforming society a beckon of democracy if you are failing to live up to its basic expectations to change , it’s basic expectations to reflect a new society. You cannot brandish a pre 1994 completion on a world stage any longer without making a concrete commitment to change. By doing  this and stopping the life line that comes with the international hosting of big games Mbalula is calling on all and sundry to put their money where their mouths are. This bodes well for the culture of consequence that we are all calling for across society,

Yes the problems of lack of change cannot merely be solved by decree, but they can’t be solved by inertia either.  It is is the boldness by Mbalula that  unfortunately has not been present in the economic cluster. After years of talking BEE an effective monitoring mechanism for BEE compliance in the form of a BEE code is yet to be put in place by the DTI and economic development ministries. If anything is embarrassing about turn  on fixing the BEE mess on broad based BEE directive was a spectacle that left egg on the face of many BEE campaigners. The Minister of DTI is yet to fix this mess.  The same can be said of affirmative action failure.Employment Equity reporting has become a routine exercise by companies with no consequences over many years. The Minister ofLabour seems utterly clueless about how to tackle this recurrence of resistance by white big business.

Now for a change a minister no matter how lowly you may consider his portfolio has introduced some conequence. That is why he would attract insults. The ones who are dilly dalllying whether be it on land , financial service or information technology are out of the line of fire for now from proponents of the status quo.

There is more that needs to be done to eventually change the face of sports in the country. The radical change of how much is invested in school sports is yet to be made. We cannot justify dusty grounds at even the most rural of schools. This unfortunately is not just a function of the department of sports. This will require collaboration from both the department of public works and the department of basic education who have to provide both the infrastructure that can support sports as a career choice as well as the human capital at primary level to encourage learners to take up sport beyond mere recreation.

The Ministers actions that may seem radical are far from shaking the tree but have to be commended in the midst of inertia surrounding the question of radical economic transformation.

 

 

 

Cynical Commentary about Zuma’s possible use of Army for survival must be condemned

In a bizarre article in the Sunday newspaper recently, Author Phillip Frankel  makes some startling suggestions that seek to paint the South African military with a brush of political expediency and machinations. According to him we should be worried that Zuma – in a fit of political survival can suddenly bring the military into the picture and use his so called close circle to hang into power. I understand that Frankel is a former head of political studies at Wits University but where he conjures up such arrant nonsense is beyond me. While everyone agrees that President Zuma erred in how he approached the public protectors report on Nkandla. There is simply no shred of evidence that suggests that the military has ever poked its nose in political matters at all since 1994 or that Zuma has ever even remotely considered bringing them into the equation to solve purely political matters.

The Army has the same way as it did when Mandela first took over – throw their lot officially with the political regime of the day. Even the conservative SADF has never suggested that if the national party lost they would intervene in any way to reverse a democratic process. How anyone can arrive at the conclusion that in a democratic dispensation a sitting President can resort to the use of military to hang on to power is most startling a conclusion. But in the midst of afro pessimism maybe it must not surprise us much.

All discussions about the military even when we recently had a strike by the army that resulted in an illegal march and the storming of the seat of power by soldiers – have never been linked to party politics. Even where there is a whif of political decision making or interest like we saw where the CAR fatalities happened, there is always a clear line of command that has nothing to do with politics – in other words the military would not seek to venture an independent political position about whether or not certain military decisions – in this case  to come to the aid of the President of CAR – for whatever reason, are politically motivated or not. This has never happened in the new dispensation and there is simply no evidence that it is in the horizon.

If anything the opposite is true of the conduct of the democratic government where military matters are concerned: 

1)      The army has been infused into the spirit of the democratic government

2)      The head of the army General Shoke who is being falsely painted as a man of the ‘inner circle of President Zuma’ has never uttered a single politically loaded statement – even in the face of provocation by the Union of Soldiers on many issues – he has maintained disciplined silence as any army should. 

3)      The government has demonstrated utter transparency when dealing with matters of the army including appointing a non partisan commission of inquiry to look at the transformation  of the army. People such as General Bantu Holomisa are involved in advising the Minister of Defence. In that context it is impossible to imagine that this government can ever habour any ill considered motive to use the army to resolve political differences.

4)      The Army has been at the forefront of supporting a universal agenda for humanitarian interventions across the continent as well as Peace keeping efforts.

Shoke and his generals therefore continue the tradition of an army that knows its place in the constitutional dispensation in line with the constitutional state that we are. Our democracy has no space for the manipulation of institutions such as the SANDF of political ends. The Ruling party with all its weaknesses has never once referred to the army as a solution. The recent calls by the ANCYL for Zuma to unleash the army onto the EFF are seen for what they are – ludicrous rants of a youth League that has run out of ideas on how to engage opposition. Similar calls by the EFF for the use of force to respond to a political situation of the exercise of political control must be condemned. These calls falls in the same category as the misplaced analysis of Phillip Frankel suggesting no matter how indirectly that Zuma may just use the army to quash a well functioning democratic system where the use of the army to resolve a political conflict is not even a remote option.

Of course we should not be surprised when narratives of afro pessimism are tabled in serious political discourse. Frankel and his ilk are yet to be convinced that South Africa is different from other failed states that descended into chaos after independence. But even a casual study of many democracies in the continent where there was internal strife in governing parties will not produce any example where such conflicts were settled using the military.  I am also not aware that in appointing military commanders political affiliation will always be out first. This allegation is spurious in the extreme given that our army from the very beginning was an integrated one taking soldiers from MK APLA SADF and  others to make up a new army for a new South Africa. Pessimists like Frankel suggested then that such an army will not work and will only results in mutiny. None of that has materialised hence a rehears of the pessimism about the army’s possible involvement in saving President Zuma’s political career.

South Africans must never be tempted to  fix what is not broken. Nor should we be so cynical as to wake dogs that are sleeping. We have enough angst in the national discourse to provoke needlessly the sucking of the military into a debate that has nothing to do with them. In the Con Court judgement there is nothing that points to the intervention of the army being necessary. The Court has given its order to both the President and the Legislature to act in order to restore the constitutional dignity of this country. This by the way is a regular occurrence in our democracy where that court is a final arbiter on many legal matters. None of it for a minute makes any reference to the relationship of the army and its commander in chief. None of it gives the army any say on interpreting or pre-empting the outcomes of democratic processes. Should those processes result in the removal of the commander in chief – the army will throw their lot with the new commander. It is that simple and it has been so since 1994 there is no shred of evidence that this is about to change…

 

Nkandla – The undoing of the ANC

Last week the media pages were awash with praised for ANC Gauteng Chairman Paul Mashatile’s pronouncements on Nkandla. Cartoonist and Satirists also were having a field day at this ‘bravery ‘of one who is known to be within the ANC who seemed to be speaking out on Nkandla. All he said was that the suggested additional spending was not an ANC position and suggested strongly that Nhleko was on a frolic of his own. It is actually a sad day for the ANC that so many seem to be intellectually paralysed when it comes to the Nkandla matter despite the fact that everyone can see that this scandal is the undoing of the ANC. The less said about the report of the Minister of police as a symptom of this bigger Malaise of lamentable conformity within the ruling party the better.
The politics of the stomach where patronage trumps principle is the biggest obstacle the ANC has to overcome if it is to win the confidence of the voters once again. That is why the utterances of Paul Mashatile no matter how casual or accidental they may have been are so very rare and yet so welcome by many who love the movement and want the ANC to succeed in its mission to liberate the people from economic hardship. One wonders what has happened to the men and women on principle within the 86 strong National Executive committee for the Nkandla scandal to continue in their name in so brazen a manner? What has happened to robust debate within the movement in the face of the undoing of the movement?
There are many commentators who are falling over themselves to declare that the ANC has lost its way. There is no longer a need. I know there was also a whole book about the so called ‘Fall of the ANC’ . Last week at the Gathering there was so much that could sink one’s soul when civil society was lamenting the state of our nation – where education and health are in a crisis yet the authorities are refusing to acknowledge such a crisis. Before then there was a summit that lamented the state of Energy and the crisis that is engulfing Eskom as well as an international conferences here focusing on the parlous and painful state of South Africa’s children as well as the problems faced by South Africa’s women – abused daily and murdered by their partners. Top this with the pathetic state of unemployment where over 36 percent of our country’s youth are languishing the streets then you sit back and wonder which country is the ANC governing if by silence or stealth the are spending so much energy on defending Nkandla.
The irony did not befall Mashatile who claimed that there was progress made on Etolls as the Nkandla matter was being discussed. One wonders at what point the electorate will be ‘feared’ by the ANC. On the one hand they are being expected to pay what amounts to additional taxation on the other they must stomach a head of state who thinks spending 260 million on his pad is a matter over which regular jokes can be cracked and an occasional giggle can be the answer.
In this context the Gauteng leadership of the ANC has to break rank further to ensure that the rot stops. It can’t be a side remark at the conference gaining you kudos nor can it be a panel that is aimed at showing that you are listening to the Etolls lament from the public. It will have to be more a lot more substantial than that if it is to be taken seriously. The Gauteng ANC following on what Mashatile has said must stop speaking in hushed tones on Nkandla. They must speak out in rejection of the Nhleko report in its totality and stand up for the Public Protector. Already the ANC is seen as hostile to the Public protector if the goings on in the Justice Portfolio committee is anything to go by. This is the backbone of cynicism that must be cracked once and for all. The Public Protector has suggested remedial actions that if implemented will make sure that the ANC comes out of this unscathed. Zuma pays the money related to non security upgrades and makes arrangements to pay this off over many years. The Nkandla issue is then laid to rest and the public is left with a feeling that they are taken seriously.
The Gauteng ANC should also then go a step further. The only way to remove etolls as a campaign issue for the opposition in the upcoming elections is to design a solution that will remove the system all together and replace it with something that is sensible and will not create the kind of emotion that we have seen ahead of the last polls. The reality is that the ANC almost lost the province and to come back from that brink and avoid losing the local government elections half baked measurers will not suffice. The so called Cyril deal goes a long way but will it be enough to tilt the scales of voters who are fed up with Nkandla for example? Can the ANC risk having to find out the answer after the poll goes wrong next year?
And what about Eskom? Here we have a situation where the ANC had to march against itself. They have leverage as shareholder of Eskom yet seem pretty much helpless if they have to resort to a march on one of the utilities literally owned by itself as a ruling party. The issue here is that a big chunk of the constituency based in Soweto actually have never paid for electricity for years on end. Now a new fellow at Eskom says enough. But he says so on the eve on a decisive elections. The ANC is not known for dying for principle these days if Nkandla is anything to go by. So an ordinary Sowetan who is unemployed may well be asking if the President won’t pay back any money why should I? The ANC in Gauteng on the spotlight again. Are they going to insist that ESKOM not implement the stringent recovery measurers in Soweto given that here sits the vote that will see Parks Tau in the opposition benches in the city?
And so anyone with eyes to see can now admit how Nkandla is the undoing of the ANC on so many levels. An event that is eating at the credibility of the ruling party in the face of its support base. One wonders what else President Zuma should do for the ANC to unhitch its wagon from him for the sake of protecting the party’s electoral fortunes. Since a day is a very long time in politics I am holding my breath that someone else will join Paul Mashatile in standing up before it is too late. The ANC however is known for closing rank as staple food and one will not be surprised if it will only awake from its slumber when the public sees through its good cop Paul and bad cop Zuma tactics and make it suffer at the polls to lose a substantial metro as punishment. The ANC in Gauteng under the leadership of Paul Mashatile and David Makhura may just be last hope for the ANC to live and to lead.

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If I were Minister of Police

If I was a Minister of Police… I Would make sure that “There is something left to steal”… If at all!!!

By Lebohang Keswa

Unless something is done we will wake up and there will be ‘ nothing left to steal’ as journalist Mzilikazi wa Afrika puts it in his book…

Gosh… I sometimes wonder if I’m delusional and taking this matter too much to heart or if most citizens feel the same way. Anyway…The resignation of Vas Soni this week has made me hopeless and signals that South Africa is on a path to losing the fight against corruption. This development is unfortunately not an isolated incident but comes hot on the heels of the inexplicable and illegal suspension of the head of the hawks. The minister responsible had no idea but had no power to suspend someone who heads up such a crucial instrument against crime and corruption. What is worse must be his justification of it by his spokesman that it is more important to be seen to be acting than not act at all…this is the nub of the issue. We have a Government that often falls into the trap of believing it’s own propaganda…but coming back to the justice cluster that is sinking ….we are yet to be told what has come off the attempted suspension of the head of the national prosecution authority. Here is an organ of crime fighting that used to be the toast of the town reduced to a cloud of suspicion and uncertainty. In the midst of all of this the police commissioner is on a mission to purge her own senior team for whatever good reason we are daily told of the internal machinations and suspicious redeployments.

The script of utter collapse is inescapable. No matter how you look at it the criminals must be smiling. Because this chaos at the high echelons of the police and justice system comes to us in the context of horrible crime statistics that government tried to spin not so long ago, Murder and other serious contact crimes have gone up and it is no cliche that people no longer feel safe in their homes. The police continue to be seen as bungling up cases as their reputation as protectors of the citizens is daily taking a knock. Just last week we were exposed to the cringe worthy scenes where police were aiding and abating criminals to loot shops of foreign nationals in Soweto. The rot that is clearly festering at the top of the police leadership has trickled down to the bottom where police can threaten a three year old with a gun and It had become common place to trade in bribes and corruption every day.

I am not saying anything that you are not already aware of dear reader but the frustration right now of many of us who support this Government and the ruling party is reaching such scales of despondency that one wonders how long those who can do something in our movement will leave their heads in the sand. It is clear that there is a need for a major shake up. The head of the hawks has described the current situation on corruption as having reached endemic proportions thus if I was the minister of police I would do a a few good things to shake up this horrible situation……

1. I will appoint a national police commissioner of police from within the police force. Commissioner Riah Phiyega has tried her best shame, and from the look of things she was misplaced and just did not belong. The reality is she will never break the back of crime when she is not seen as ‘ one of us’ by the police force. This is one department that has somehow made me believe that there are certain areas of society where women do not belong much as we trying to transform our society… It’s actually scary how one can be sabotaged!!! There is little you can fault in Riah as a human being meaning well but the harsh reality of being amongst the rouges who are supposed to enforce the law is simply too much. There is an unwritten rule of the closing of ranks amongst police officers that is universally established. It’s time we stopped experimenting with this job, it is clear that to fix the police a seasoned “PoliceMAN” is required. We must stop wit the cadre deployment and politically correct mambo jumbo on this one and simply do the right thing. If I was a minister of police… I would waste no time in rejuvenating what seems to be a dejected police force with no morale left.

2. The appointment of a new commissioner must be followed by the immediate firing of over 1500 cops who are accused of various heinous crimes and are still on the police pay roll. They can fight their cases at the CCMA while they are out of the system. There is nothing that destroys the credibility of the police than the scandals of police robbing fellow citizens or raping women they ought to be protecting. I am sure the amount of money the CCMA can charge for summary dismissals is not worth the credibility collapse that we are experiencing at the hands of criminals masquerading as officers of the law. So this will be my first order of business ….if i was the minister of police.

2. #LeaveDarmatAlone, if I were a police minister I would not bother tinkering with the hawks in their current form nor their leadership. It has been well established already that the constitutional court expects the hawks to be independent. With the Wanton interference of the current minister it is clear that the constitutional court was right to insist that the hawks must be free from Political interference. No one says Darmat is perfect but the charges for which he is being hounded are neither here nor there cause he has been cleared by the internal police unit tasked with such investigations, if such clearance is erroneous it is going to cost the tax payer millions in legal fees to seek the reversal. That is the money I will use to fire corrupt cops instead of using it to get rid of someone who has shown some mettle in fighting crime.

And this fumbling about happens when people are maimed in their homes and hijacked from their vehicles. I would instead give Darmat the necessary independence and resources to investigate every wrong doing including of comrade who are so corrupt they can only be described as wolves in sheep skin. If I was a minister of police I would give sleepless nights to those who are happy about this instability.

3. #LeavetheNPAAlone, the head was accused and cleared of murder when he was 17. Big deal??? How many of these same politicians who are gunning for him are in and out if courts as part of corruption and crime…? Why do we have a rule of law if a person should be perpetually tainted one cleared by the courts? Why must he be punished for already doing a good job. In the context of the resignation of Vas Soni which I suspect has little to do with his wife being sick, but more of him being sick of the system of covet ups that have become the justice systems…If I was a minister of police I would really leave the NPA alone to do it’s work.

4. #ReestablishTheScorpions, Criminals fear a fearless organ set up to come after them. That is why Bheki Celes noise sent fear down their throats. It is now clear that the disbanding of the scorpions by the ANC was illegal. It seems it has become easy these days for the ruling party to disregard the law and tramp on the constitution. One hopes the courts do not tire to find against those amongst the ANC who show a middle finger to the law. I say this because I know of no ANC policy that encourages it’s members to break the law. The breaking of the law cannot be in the names of those of us who support this once glorious movement. Under my watch as minister of police the scorpions would be restored to their former glory warts and all.

5. #ArrestAfellowMinister. There are just too many stories about Ministers who are stealing money from the fiscus through proxies. A thoroughly fraudulent activity. I imagine that the Hawks have this information, should I ever be minister I will arrest these Ministers in broad day light to send a chilling message on corruption .I will ensure that the NPA prioritized that case and secures a conviction. Unless something like that is done we will wake up and there will be “nothing left to steal”… The head of the hawks has described the current situation on corruption as having reached endemic propotions. Well then a concomitant arrest of high profile politicians has to be made and followed through.

6. I will look at other areas outside the justice system, at ways of combating crime. One such way is to increase employment opportunities, which will lead to a reduction in poverty which will impact on the crime figures.

7. Reinstate the charges against Zuma? I know that’s a pipe dream right there … but then again I am not the Minister of police….. now you know why…

8. I would buy a copy of Mzilikazi wa Afrika’s “Nothing Left To Steal” for my fellow Comrades, Schools and Libraries across the country

Because, If I was a Minister of Police, I would trust and believe that I was appointed on the grounds of my experience and credentials and I would set my own objectives and not become any Masters puppet whatever the cost.

But then I’m not a Minister of Police… I am Lebo Keswa!!!

If I were Minister of Police http://t.co/qv4GbP7Uf0 A column by LEBO KESWA @lebokeswa @dailymaverick @IamMzilikazi

THE GETAWAY…

The Getaway

It all began with a dare laid down from Sally’s friend Lerato but didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to. It started a chain of events that led four friends on a path of discovery and shocking revelations.

It had been a good summer and mid October Lerato and Lwazi invited their friends Sally and Vuyo on a short holiday with them to Cape Town, South Africa. Lerato had found and booked a great cottage mere minutes from the beach and everyone was pleased to have found one week in the year where they could relax and unwind.

The previous summer had fallen prey to a seemingly endless arrangement of long Saturday afternoons/evenings drinking, laughing and stoking up the braai while the alcohol flowed as did the conversation.

This summer the holiday seemed a natural progression. Taking two cars they headed off to the coast, eager to be free of work and family, and share each others company. They arrived, unpacked, moaned about the journey and generally unwound with a bottle of wine and discussion of what to do with their holiday.

As they sat and enjoy the evening sun outside the holiday cottage we’ll take a look around and see what makes them tick.

Lerato has always been an organiser of almost everything, from keeping her home clean and tidy to sorting out the finances for her partner, Lwazi. She was always the first to admit that she loved organisation, and prided herself on knowing where everything was.

This didn’t make her boring, far from it, she felt at ease with summer braais with friends and family. There had always been a loving bond between her and Lwazi, despite their often rocky path through life together.

Lerato is an attractive woman in an unconventional way.
Her short hair shaped her face well and her lightweight glasses suited her face. At only 5meters tall her body was not petite but well proportioned, although she would always insist she had weight to lose from her bottom or legs, they were in no way fat or flabby. Her one big complaint about her body would be her chest, too small she insisted. Summer would prompt her to wear a bikini top, and Lwazi’s friends were often quick to sneak a glance at her 34 c-cup breasts as they jiggled under her bikini.

Lwazi, Lerato’s partner of many years saw himself as a woman’s man.
Still attractive in his forties, his body was toned, tanned and fit. At nearly 6 meters he towered over Lerato. He worked hard and played hard. Lerato complained about many things but not when it came to their sexual activities where they pleasured each other immensely. His smutty wit held any audience captive with jokes and tales of his exploits years passed. He remains adventurous, loving fast cars, skiing and anything exciting. The salesman in him provided him with fast talking, sly wit and easy going nature. His ambitions were never a secret and he spoke openly about future plans and ideas.

Sally, in her later thirties…
…had been friends with Lerato and Lwazi for several years and were very close. Attractive in many ways, blonde hair and looks that enabled her to pass for thirty not almost forty. When it came to talk of body shape she has never been happy, although many men would disagree with her. She was not a porker, plain and simple, sure she needed to lose but the extra weight she carried was evenly spread all over. Her thighs needed work as did her stomach and bottom, and Sally was happy to indulge herself at the gym everyday with the plan to rid herself of her old image and look. Her chest, like, Lerato’s, caught the attention of men, although being a 36d-cup it was considerably larger than Learto’s! Sally is a bubbly, lively caring woman with strength of will and powerful in the arguments put to her.

Vuyo, the relative newcomer to the group…
…is a good natured guy, ever ready with a smile and easy to talk to, he got along with anyone. He found Sally an exciting person to be around, and had been welcomed by Lerato and Lwazi from their first meeting the previous summer. His short dark hair topped a rounded face and although he insisted he was happy everyone knew he had a hang up about his body. Weight was an issue, always has been, pile on the kilograms then lose them, and so on. This could be the reason for never showing anyone his real personality, possibly for fear of attracting attention to himself and then embarrassment.

So, we’ve met the friends. Not a bad bunch. Good people enjoying each others company. Lets get back to the tale…

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The Dare
The evening of their first day melted away in time with the sun setting low on the red cloud speckled horizon. Lwazi had urged Vuyo to help him go and get the shopping, leaving the women alone. Lerato talked about dares, and how her and Lwazi played dares on their last holiday in Switzerland with friends, daring each other with more and more outrageous things.

Sally thought the idea of a long drawn out game of dares a thrilling concept and Lerato decided to get the ball rolling. She dared Sally to go on the beach the only wearing a towel then lay on it nude! The quicker she did the dare the quicker she could deal one back to Lerato. They both knew that was always a bad idea to go topless on a South African beach, people stared at you like it was illegal, let alone totally nude. It was a big NO, except nudist beaches and they knew their local beach wasn’t. Sally took the bet but didn’t tell anyone about it or say when she was going to do it.

The next day they all got to the beach, the sun was already melting ice creams by 9am and it looked to be a long hot day. Sally dropped her bag on the sand and watched as the others set about getting undressed, laying towels out and so on. With a rush of adrenaline Sally couldn’t help herself and giggled when she just dropped the towel that was wrapped around her.

Lerato was the first to see what she had done. She gaped at her. “Sally you’re naked!” she gasped which made the others turn and stare.

It was a huge turn for Sally to have her friends gape at her body.
She wasn’t lesbian in any way but it felt exciting knowing they were looking at her body. Vuyo laughed and said she was mad. Lwazi told her to put something on before she got caught but Sally couldn’t see the point. She was naked now and they would have to put up with it. After all it was Lerato’s fault for daring her!

They lounged about on the beach, there were quite a few people around some of whom had noticed Sally was naked but said nothing. For decency’s sake she laid on her front so only those who chose to have a good look would see she wasn’t dressed and from a distance no one would be able to see.

After the beach had filled up Lerato fetched some drinks from the beach shop and then 2 guys wondered along and smiled at Sally. It was amazing when they saw she was nude. Later they came back and one hunky guy stepped toward her when she was sat up reading a book, and asked if she realised she was naked. Sally smiled at him and said she knew full well. He said she had guts and after they checked out her body again they wondered off.

Vuyo was getting a bit annoyed after the 20 or 30th guy had checked out Sally’s body. They used to go out years ago but it never went anywhere, in fact he never got to see her body so this was obviously a real treat for him! He said that she should cover up and finish the joke but Sally wasn’t going to give in that easily. Vuyo and Lwazi went for a swim leaving me and Sally alone for a chat.

“Bet you don’t stay like that all day,” Lerato said.

“Not fair,” Sally replied. “It’s my dare now!”

“You haven’t dressed yet,” Lerato said. “The dare is still on!”

“Okay, if I last until we go home I dare you to strip off, run down the beach and jump in the water.”

“You’re on!” Lerato said and shook Sally’s hand.

Vuyo eventually got really annoyed with Sally and stamped away. They’d had a fight about decency and how there were young impressionable lads about but Sally argued that no one could tell really unless they came up close or were using binoculars, although they did in fact spot a man in the dunes spying on them. Vuyo said she was embarrassing him but Lerato said he was probably the one who was embarrassed as he’d spent most of the day trying to hide his erection! The beach started to empty around 4pm and Lerato said the deadline for my dare was 7pm.

7pm came and Lerato shook her head in disbelief. Sally was still sat on her towel totally naked. She admitted to herself that it had been a bit weird at first bit she didn’t see what they big deal was at all.

“Come on you owe me,” she said to Lerato. “It’s time to strip.”

Lwazi asked what was going on so they told him and he smiled and said he knew something odd was going on between us. Lerato looked around, a few stragglers were left on the beach, but they were packing up to go home and it was quickly becoming deserted.

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” said Lerato. She took off her bikini top and struggled to keep her chest covered as she wriggled out of her bikini bottoms. It was funny to see her trying to stay calm and not embarrassed. “Happy now?” she asked when she was naked and sat next to Sally.

“You have to go for a swim” Sally said. “A deal is a deal.”

Lerato looked very angry. she glanced around then quickly got to her feet and sprinted down the beach to the water! As she dived in Sally decided to join her so she ran after her and was so thrilled to feel the wind on her body. She dived in and was shocked to see Lwazi dashing behind us. He was naked as well! They watched his cock bouncing about as he ran toward them. They had a great time in the water, splashing about and jumping high above the waves to show their chests off to anyone who might be watching. Sally felt it was a highly erotic feeling swimming naked, feeling the cool water against the bits of skin she always keep covered up.

They were about to dash back up to their spot on the beach when they saw Vuyo on the dunes. He waved and as they got nearer their stuff Sally realised he was calling her over. She picked up her towel and told the others she’d be back in a bit and that she should go and apologise to Vuyo and tell him it was all just a joke. She climbed up the dunes and when she reached the top she couldn’t see him right away so dropped down the other side. She saw him sitting in a secluded dug out caused by the wind. She stood before him dripping wet and struggling to keep the towel around my body.

Angry fucking in the dunes.
“You won’t be needing that“, he said. He reached out and yanked the towel away from her leaving her standing there naked. This time she wasn’t planning on being undressed and felt very out of place. “You been nude all day so what difference does a while longer matter?”

“What do you want Vuyo?” Sally asked intrigued by his stern attitude. He was usually very laid back. “The girls are getting dressed. we’re going to open a few bottles of wine and then get the fire going.”

Vuyo grabbed her left breast quickly and squeezed it. He had an evil smile on his face that Sally wasn’t sure she liked. She didn’t back off, just hoped to let him have a feel and finish his joke and then quit.

“You been laying there all day without clothes on,” he said, is face very calm. “No one else did it, what do you think I want?”

Sally frowned. “I don’t get you.”

His other hand shot out to her stomach and he roughly pushed his fingers toward her pussy. He tugged her pubic hair and then slid them between her lips. Sally was about to back off when he leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue slid into her mouth and she suddenly realised she was feeling pretty horny. When they broke apart his hands moved away.

“You got a nice cunt,” he said admiring it. She was starting to get turned on. “Don’t ever trim it. I love a good bush on a woman.”

Sally wasn’t a hairy girl, she shaved her legs and armpits but she loved her pubes. She loved her previous lovers to play with them! She had shaved a few times but it always felt cold and breezy so she let it grow. It wasn’t exactly an unruly mess but since she rarely trimmed her pubes they grew in a large wide V shape.

“You are a cheeky bastard,” she told him. “What exactly do you want Vuyo?

“I want you,” he said. “I want to fuck you right here and now.”

She stared at him. Vuyo had never been this way all the years she knew him. It turned her on hearing him talk like that. She took his hand and placed it back on my breast where he pinched and teased her hard nipple. “What makes you think I’ll let you?” she asked and took his other hand and placed it back on her pussy.

“Because you’re a dirty slut and you want me to fuck you.”
Sally was shocked but getting more turned on by the second. His fingers were working on my pussy, rubbing it gently but firmly and Sally could feel herself growing moist. She could hear people walking over the dunes near them, on their way home and she knew they could be caught any moment. She gave in. She was too horny to resist.

“Do me then,” she said brazenly. “Go on, fuck me right here right now,” she was daring him now. “In the dunes. Fuck me. Come on!” She stared into his eyes. “I bet you don’t have the balls to do me here.”

Vuyo hesitated for a moment then tore off his shorts releasing his cock. She’d not seen it when they dated but wished she had. It wasn’t huge, 6 inches at the most but it was quite wide. He grabbed her and turned her around, pushing her against the dunes. She felt his fingers roughly slide into her pussy as she bent over. He finger fucked her for a minute then she felt his tongue probe inside her and then slip and slide around her ass hole.

He got up and grabbed her waist and nudged his cock between her arse cheeks. Sally whimpered when he slide inside her a little then groaned out loud as he shoved his entire length deep inside her all in one go..

“Yesss Vuyo fuck me,” Sally moaned.
“What are you Sally?” he asked, his hands holding her waist, his cock slurping in and out of her juicy pussy. “Tell me what you are?”

“I’m a dirty fucking slut. Fuck meeeee, use me as a slut”, She couldn’t believe what she was saying but it turned her on even more. “Fuck my cunt with, fuck me hard.”

“You are a huge slut Sally” he said, leaning forward to pinch her nipples. One of his hands started rubbing her clit and that drove her wild. “You deserve a good fucking don’t you? You love it you nasty bitch? You love my hard cock ramming in your cunt don’t you?”

“Yes Vuyo!” she cried. She could feel a huge orgasm building up. “Harder. fucking harder!! I love being fucked hard. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to spunk in your cunt,” he grunted, sand was flying everywhere as pumped in and out of her pussy. “You want that don’t you? Dirty fucking slut. Tell me you want my load right up you.”

Sally noticed a middle aged couple climb over the dunes no more than 50metres away from them. They looked so shocked she thought they would faint. She didn’t care. She just wanted to climax and she wanted to feel Vuyo shoot inside her.

“Ohhh…yess!! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt harder! Cum inside my hot cunt you bastard!” Sally was shocked at the filth coming out of her mouth. “Do it. Fucking do it in me,” Sally cried out, her hands gripping his waist, pulling him inside her faster. “Shoot it in my cunt. Come on!! I want it all!”

Vuyo went frantic. “YesYesYes! You whore, you slut, take it all yeah!”

“Vuyo, I’m going to come! Urgh…fuck me more, harder. I’m your whore, use me…oh yes…fuck meeee” Her orgasm exploded through her body, she shook and shuddered and she could feel his cock jump and throb inside her, his spunk jetting and filling her up.

Vuyo collapsed onto the sand and Vuyo pulled out of her used pussy. Sally instantly turned and licked the rest of the spunk dribbling from his cock. She was still aware the couple still watching them and still didn’t care. They could watch all night if they wanted! The left them alone a few minutes later. Sally looked at Vuyo and smiled.

“I am a dirty bitch you know,” she told him. She had been so shocked at the language she’d used. She gave Vuyo’s cock a playful tug.

“I knew it,” he replied with a smile. He slid his fingers through his spunk that was seeping out of her pussy. “You want to be treated like a whore.”

“That’s just the start of it,” she told him. “Wait till we come back later on. I’ll let you use me in more ways then you know how!”

They headed back to the beach. Sally wrapped the towel around her in an effort to hide the spunk that was sliding down her thighs. Lwazi looked irritated that they had taken so long but Lerato wore a knowing expression.

“Who makes the next dare?” Sally asked as the walked back to the cottage.

“I will,” said Lerato. She whispered to Sally. “I dare you to tell me what you got up to with Vuyo, It’s written all over your face!”

Sally was a little shocked. “If that’s the dare, I accept so long as you know that I get to make mine after!”

“Deal.”

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Girls night out
Sally had told Lerato about her wild sand dune exploits although under duress, she wasn’t sure she had the guts to tell her best friend to begin with but eventually lost her nerves as she got going with the story.

It had been 3 days since their first trip to the beach. Vuyo and Lwazi had proposed they go their own ways for the night; the lads wanted to go bar hopping in the local town and the girls had struck up a friendship with some students from the beach who had invited them to a party at their flat.

A good deal for all, they all agreed. Vuyo and Lwazi headed out early, eager to explore the local town. Lerato and Sally had both been to university and had been to their fair share of sleazy parties. They were intrigued to see what the student life was like since they had left it all behind them.

They caught a taxi to town and were met by their new friends. To begin with they all set off to a few bars, a drink at each one before heading back to the flat where the party should have started by the time they arrived.

On the way Sally couldn’t help wonder what was going to happen. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Would they appear too old for the young and excitable teen rabble they were bound to meet? Judging by their new friends it seemed they might fit in well enough.

The flats were on the Cape Town university campus and was indeed in full flow by the time they arrived. They were introduced about to the local drunkards and stoned party goers and pretty soon were laughing and joking with everyone. By 3 in the morning quite a few were still drinking, some had left or lay passed out on the floor. Sally was shocked at the time when she looked at her watch.

Sally was feeling tired and by 4am was barely awake and far from sober. She was managing to hold up her end of a conversation with Phillipa, a girl she hadn’t seen much of during the party. As far as Sally could remember Phillipa was going out with some guy she vaguely recalled being pointed out across the crowded common room when they arrived.

Lerato stumbled into Sally and Phillipa and slurred that they should have one more round of vodkas then head home. Phillipa announced there was none left but she had more in her flat which was next door. They announced to the remaining party animals they’d be back with alcoholic reinforcements and headed off.

After Phillipa almost collapsed twice they managed to open her front door and staggered inside. No one was home. Phillipa said her flat mates were all next door. They all held onto each other for support, laughing and giggling and found a bottle of vodka in the kitchen. Sally opened a bottle of coke and gulped some down before Phillipa snatched it out of her hands with a giggle, it fizzed and went all over Sally’s shirt.

Annoyed, Sally shook the bottle which sprayed over Phillipa’s top and soaked Lerato in the process. Completely hysterical with laughter they stumbled into the bathroom to clean up. Phillipa peeled off her vest top and dropped it in soggy heap in the bath. Lerato gave Sally a funny look, it was weird to see a teenage girl happy to show off part of her body to complete strangers.

Lerato was about to find a towel when she burped and dropped in the bath. She laughed out loud, farted very un ladylike and fell fast asleep.

“Oh man,” Phillipa said, slurring her words. “She can’t handle her booze.”

“Towel. Need some of that towel business,” Sally replied. She swigged from the vodka bottle she had brought with her.

The tiny hand towel wasn’t big enough for either of them. Sally wasn’t going to get dry and decided that since Phillipa had already removed her top that she could go ahead and do the same. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that she would be showing off her breasts to a stranger since the stranger didn’t seem to care that she was doing the very same thing!

Sally splashed water onto her chest to get rid of the sticky coke.
Phillipa did the same. Sally couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Phillipa’s huge white breasts which must have been a 40c which Sally thought was being nice. Phillipa rubbed a wash cloth over them and Sally watched how they bounced and swayed. She was so pissed that inhibitions were the last thing on her mind. Without realising what she was doing until she did it, Sally reached out and gave Phillipa’s tits a quick squeeze making a “honk honk” sound as she did so.

Phillipa span around and stared drunkenly at Sally, eyeing her up, swaying on her feet a little and staring at Sally’s breasts. Then she grabbed them and did the same, her big hands grabbed Sally’s smaller breasts and wobbled them about.

They both collapsed in a fit of giggles before stopping and staring at each other. Sally wasn’t sure what they were about to do but she did feel the atmosphere change. She was very vaguely aware of about to cross a barrier she hadn’t crossed before, if she totally honest would never have crossed it if she hadn’t been so completely drunk. Past lovers had told her she always got horny when she was drunk.

Sally looked at Phillipa’s face. The next morning when Lerato and Sally looked at pictures taken of Phillipa on their cell phones they realised Phillipa wasn’t exactly a looker, far from it really. She was overweight, had a manly face and was very gruff and rough. But that night or rather at night that sort of thing wasn’t important or even noticeable.

After a pause, during which they both eyed each other up and Sally giggled in her half sleepy half drunken stupor, they started taking their clothes off. Sally unzipped her skirt, tore away her panties, socks and shoes and watched Phillipa do the same. Then they stared at each other once more. Sally knew she was a little overweight, and was losing it all the time at the gym, but knew that alcohol or not that Phillipa was way fatter than she was.

Phillipa was chubby, she had a large stomach, a roll of fat under her breasts and arms, large thighs and a huge bush of pubic hair, some of which spread onto her stomach up to her navel. Her stomach was lined with stretch marks and a few spots. She didn’t shave her arm pits either. In the cold light of day Sally would have turned her nose up at such a sight saying it was gross. Right then and there she didn’t care, she was eyeing Phillipa’s body with erotic eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Letss getton with it,” Phillipa slurred. “We’re both horny as fuck right?”

“Very horny,” agreed Sally.

“Gurd, we don’t have time to play about.”

Sally nodded in agreement. “I never done this with another woman before,” she said, feeling the room sway around her.

“I done it before,” Phillipa stated.

Fat, sweaty student lesbian fun.
She bent over and lifted Sally’s breasts, sucking each nipple hard while her free hand reached down and rubbed Sally’s pussy. Sally almost fainted from the touch, she was amazed at the situation she was in. The sober part of her knew this was weird, a first for her, something she hoped she wasn’t going to regret, but wanted to remember.

She had never looked at women in a sexual way her whole life until that moment and was slightly nervous. Her drunkenness and arousal tried to shove aside any silly feelings she had, although a small part of her couldn’t help feel that this was wrong somehow, that she didn’t really want to go through with it. She felt so horny that her body just took over regardless of what her brain was feeling. Her body forced her to groan loudly in pleasure as fat Phillipa touched her body.

“Like that huh?” Phillipa grunted. “Do it to me.”

Phillipa put a hand on the back of Sally’s head and pulled it down to her breasts. Never having done that sort of thing before Sally took each large nipple in her mouth and sucked hard, rolling them between her lips and lapping them with her tongue. Phillipa seemed to like it as she moaned and grunted and rubbed her hand on Sally’s pussy more, her fingers roughly fondling her clit.

“You do it gurd,” Phillipa said.

She raised Sally’s head and pulled toward her own. They kissed, Phillipa forcing her tongue into Sally’s mouth making Sally suck on it like it was a miniature cock. Phillipa suddenly pushed 2 fingers right inside her soaking pussy without warning.

“Oohh…oh fuckingg helll…” Sally yelped in surprise and intense pleasure.

“ Phillipa grunted into Sally’s ear as she held onto her and shoved her fingers inside her. “I Reckon yo a bitofa slut, a right fuckin horny bitch. I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Ohshitoshitoshit….oh christ…yesyes doit…make me fucking cum….” Sally yelled as she felt her climax rushing to boiling point. “Finger my cunt…ohyes…yesyesyes…I’m a slut…yespleasedoit…more…”

“Thas it, slut…cum on my hand. FUCKIN CUM!”

Sally trembled as her climax hit her. She wobbled against Phillipa’s huge meaty body as her ‘friend’ fingered her pussy faster, harder and deeper. Her juices ran over Phillipa’s hand like she was pissing.

“Fuuucckkkk….I’m cumming….ohyeaaaahhhh…!!!!”

As soon as Sally had calmed down and got her breath back, Phillipa grinned stupidly at her, then kissed her deep. She pulled her hand away from Sally’s pussy, licked her dripping fingers then pushed them in Sally’s mouth. Sally licked her own juices from Phillipa’s fingers, enjoying the sweet musky taste.

Sally glanced at the bath rub and her sleeping friend. Lerato was out cold and totally oblivious to Sally’s situation. Would she tell her in the morning? Would Lerato remember anything from tonight? Sally wasn’t she if she thought it a good idea for Lerato to remember anything or be told what had happened.

“Do me now. Do me,” Phillipa ordered. “Finger fuck my cunt.”

Phillipa turned and leaned against the wall opposite the bath, pulled Sally in front of her. She took Sally’s hand and roughly pushed it against her massive bush of pubes. Sally found Phillipa’s open inviting vulva was soaking as she started rubbing Phillipa’s pussy lips, feeling how soaked they were already. Phillipa kissed Sally again, her tongue drooling over her face, her breathing was ragged and deep. Sally had no choice but to let Phillipa slobber over her sweaty skin.

“Yeah that’s it…urghyeah,” Phillipa grunted as they snogged. “Get yer fingers in my cunt bitch and fuck me hard.”

Sally pushed 2 fingers deep inside Phillipa’s pussy.
They held onto each other. She could feel Phillipa grabbing her breasts, sucking her nipples hard.

“Yer doin gurd,” Phillipa moaned. “Use more fingers…urghyeah…that’s better…now fuck me fast…yeahh like that…urghshit…”

Sally had 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s wide dripping pussy and was pumping them in and out fast, shoving them up inside her hard. They were both gasping for breath and shaking.

“Urgghfuckk…want yer other hand…use it on me clit,” Phillipa cried out, stumbling against Sally and almost knocked them both over. “Give me clit a fucking…gurd rub…ugh yeah…fuckin make me cum yer horny bitch…”

Sally moved her other hand under the roll of fatty stomach. She leaned against Phillipa and began searching for Phillipa’s clit, which wasn’t hard to find as it was huge! It stuck out like a small cock and as soon as Sally started rubbing it Phillipa went nuts.

“Yeah that’s fuckin gurd!!! Rub it harder!! Fuckin makeme cum!! Harder you fuckin slut whore!! Yer…ohyer it’s gurd…”

Sally was forcing four fingers in and out of Phillipa’s pussy and rubbing her cock like clit while trying to lean against the fleshy mountain of a woman in case she fell over. The sweat was pouring off Phillipa, dripping off her nose and chin, splashing over her huge breasts and running between their sticky bodies. All the while Phillipa was screaming and moaning for more and more. Sally was exhausted.

“Come on bitch!!” Phillipa bellowed in Sally’s ear. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme!!!! Make me cum!! Wanna cum!! Want you…urghyeah….fuckme….want you to fingerme till I fuckin cum….urgh…ohyur…”

Sally was doing the best she could. Phillipa was like a huge elephant bucking and shaking against her. Every part of her wobbled, her red face, her gigantic breasts, her rolls of fat and her stomach. Everything moved and bounced against Sally as she continued to finger Phillipa.

“Yer a fuckin bitch whore…urgh…” Phillipa grunted and smiled. “Look at me whore. Look at my face…ugh…yeahthasgurd…”

Sally raised her face away from Phillipa’s hot sticky breasts and looked at Phillipa’s frantic red face.

“Keep lookn at me…urghfuckme…yeah…I’m close…yeah oh…close ter cumin…keep looking at me when I squirt…you do this gurd…tell me you’re a whore…go on!!”

“I’m a whore,” Sally said, almost breathless now.
“Yer…urgh…fuckyeah…keep frigging me clit…force yer fingers in me bitch…what are you?”

“A bitch.”

“Right. You like fingering women doncha? Ohyer…fuckkkk…anysecond…any fuckin second…tell me what you like you cunt lovin bitch…urgh…COME ON!!”

“I…I like fingering women’s cunts,” Sally said. She just wanted Phillipa to reach her orgasm so she could collapse on the floor and pass out. “I want you to climax…”

“Gurd….yeah I like it….you talk dirty for first time lezza whore…I…” Phillipa’s eyes went wide and her body stated to shake. “…fuckkkkkk! Yeah bitch, fuck me harder….do it!!!! I’m cuming!!!! FINGER ME HARDER BITCH!!!”

Sally stared at Phillipa’s face as her whole body shook violently.

“FUCKKKK!!! I’m CUMING!!! YUR!!!! URGHHHHHH….OH….URGH URGH….YEEEAHAAHHH!!!! HERE I GOOOOOO…YERYER URRRRGGGGHHH….FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!”

Phillipa’s orgasm hit her so hard she bounced off the wall almost knocking both of them in the bath tub and almost certainly hurting Lerato. Sally forced her body forwards to prop Phillipa up against the wall. Sally continued to push 4 fingers inside Phillipa’s pussy and rub her oversized clit as she climaxed. It felt as if Phillipa was pissing as juices squirted and oozed over Sally’s hands and legs.

Things calmed down. Phillipa caught her breath and Sally sagged and removed her hands from fatso’s body and collapsed onto the toilet, her body sore and sticky from sweat and drool and Phillipa’s pussy juice.

Phillipa stumbled across the bathroom and bent over. She grabbed Sally’s head and snogged her deep and hard, forcing her tongue once more into Sally’s mouth. They parted and Phillipa grinned.

“Yer was a gurd fuck,” she told Sally. “Not bad one bit. Maybe next time I get your face between my legs and on my puss and we’ll have some real fun. What you say?”

“Sounds good,” Sally said weakly. She was exhausted.

“Get your friend outa the bath,” Phillipa said. “I gotta get some sleep.”

With that she stumbled out of the bathroom. Sally heard her banging around for a moment then silence. Wherever she was she hoped she has out cold for the foreseeable future. Sally managed to get dressed. She was still drunk enough to find dressing hard but not enough to know what she had just done. Why had she done that? What the hell was she thinking? She knew she could act a bit weird when she got aroused but that was just stupid!

She couldn’t decide if she should feel pleased at having experienced something new, something exciting, or if she should feel violated at having that fat sweaty shit force herself on her. Had she been sexually violated? She didn’t think so since she had enjoyed 80% of it but then she probably felt sick because of the ugly personality and ugly body of the woman she had done it with.

Sally just wanted to get back to the cottage and get to sleep. She managed to wake Lerato and they stumbled out into the cool night air, found an taxi and that was where she fell asleep. Lerato told her the next morning it was like a tag team. Lerato falling asleep in the bath, then Sally falling asleep in the taxi.

Sally decided not to tell Lerato about the night before just yet. She would wait and see if the time was right before saying anything to anyone. Besides she had to get it all straight in her own head first.

-x-x-x-

Truth or Dare
The following evening all four decided to stay in, open a few bottles and play a few games, just relax. That day they had been shopping, relaxed by the beach in the afternoon and were now happy to enjoy each others company.

As the night deepened the wine and whiskey flowed and they were all a little drunk. They had played an adult version of charades and a fun drinking game Lwazi picked up on their shopping trip. Vuyo suddenly decided that a good game of truth or dare was in order.

There were agreements from all parties and a bottle of wine was hastily spun on the coffee table. The dares were pretty lame to start with, drink half a bottle of wine without stopping, Sally had to simulate a blow job on a bottle of wine and Lwazi took a dare to run around the living room with his pants on his head.

The bottle landed on Sally and Lerato smiled.

“Okay Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh that’s a good choice,” smiled Lerato. “Now then…let me think. Oh I know! I got a good one. Have you ever done it with a woman?”

Sally almost stopped breathing. Could her friend know about last night? She was feeling herself getting embarrassed. She thought fast.

“One word answer okay?”

“Sure.”

“Then I can spin the bottle?”

“That’s fair.”

“Okay,” said Sally, happy with her plan. “Yes I have done it with a woman.”

Silence. No one moved or spoke. She saw the look of shock on everyone’s faces. Her embarrassment was over. She basked in the shock of her truth and before anyone could started asking questions she had spun the bottle.

“Wait a second,” said Lwazi. “We need to hear more about this!”

“Damn right we do!” said Vuyo.

“Too late,” said Sally with a big grin. “One word answer was what I had to give and now it’s my turn! Oh…look at that…it’s landed on Lerato!

“So it has,” said Lerato with a worried look.

“Right then,” said Sally. “Truth or dare, Lerato?”

“I choose….truth.”

“Another fine choice,” Sally said with a smile. “Okay. Lerato, if you have ever done it with a woman you have to tell us about it.”

Lerato stared at Sally with shock on her face. “Bitch.”

Lwazi laughed then looked very serious as he saw the expression on Lerato’s face. He glanced at Vuyo then Sally.

“Lerato”? he asked. “What’s your answer? You haven’t done it with a woman have you?”

“Well I…I don’t think it was really much…oh shit.”

“Sounds like there’s a story here,” Sally said with a sly smile.

“Lerato? questioned Lwazi!

“Um…sorry Lwazi,” Lerato said looking very guilty.

“You have?!!!!” yelped Lwazi He closed his eyes. “Jesus. When? With who? Shit. You have to tell us…tell me at least.”

Lerato looked pleadingly at Sally who shrugged. “Sorry Lerato, rules is rules. Confess and we will forgive you for your sins!”

“Fuck.” Lerato sighed. “Okay. Fine. Right. I’ll tell you all. Sally, you’re an evil bitch and I’m going to get you back big time!”

“Only when it’s your turn!” said Sally swigging her wine.

“Come on!” Simon said. “We need to hear the juicy story.”

“Yes. Yes,” Lerato said. She took a big gulp of wine and a deep breath. “It was two years ago when we went on a cruise to the Portuguese Islands.

“The cruise” Yelped Lwazi!!! He looked shocked and excited at the same time. “You never told me anything.”

“I kept it a secret. Sorry.”

“I thought we had no secrets.”

“Do you want to hear the story or not?” Lerato asked, slight anger in her voice. “I can still say fuck you to everyone and go to bed if you’re going to be nasty.”

“No, no,” said Lwazi. “Okay, tell us what happened.”

“My little story isn’t much to tell,” Lerato said.
She leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine. “Two years ago Lwazi and I went on a cruise we took Themba and Owethu with us this time since the year before they moaned when they didn’t come with us. We wanted time on our own before and the boys didn’t like being left with my parents . We took a 7 day cruise around the Portuguese Islands and then another 7 in Mozambique which is where this brief encounter with a woman happened.”

“Jesus,” said Lwazi!

“No. A woman,” Sally said with a chuckle.

“We stayed in a very nice hotel with its own private pool, gym, spa and all the top notch stuff. The boys loved the activities which gave Lwazi and me time alone. We sunbathed and relaxed by the pool most days and spent the evening with other families at dinner. A family we got to on well with was the Balsemao’s, Samantha and..”

“Tutu”, finished James. “I remember them. Tutu was a nice chap.”

“Yes. They had two girls and a boy who loved playing with our boys. It was great in the evening as there wasn’t a lot for the kids to do so they got on well with each other. A couple of night Lwazi and Tutu played snooker together while me and Samantha sat by the pool in the evening air.”

“And that was when you did it?”

Lwazi, Lerato snapped. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“We discovered we had a lot in common. Scuba diving, music, cooking even liked the same films and books. By our third night we were chatting like we’d known each other for years. Samantha was a lovely woman, very striking in her appearance. You agree Lwazi?”

“Sure do. She was very attractive for her age, forty something I think she said, right?”

“Forty four,” Lerato said. “She liked to wear long silk evening dresses. They seemed to flow over her thin body like water, made her look very attractive. She even confessed to me that she didn’t wear a bra other than for support at the gym. She was gifted in that her chest had always remained pert and buoyant even after breast feeding her children.”

“Lucky,” said Sally.

“Very,” agreed Lerato. “Anyway, on our last but one evening together we got rather drunk and talked about our sex lives. I can’t say I ever did that much with any friends at home…” she gave Sally a knowing look. “…and I admitted that sex with Lwazi was still very good but occasionally lacked a spark, sorry Lwazi!

“Great,” mumbled Lwazi!

Samantha knew what I was talking about as she told me the spontaneity had drifted away from hers and Tutus sex life. I was excited to find someone I could speak to about this area of my life and we spent the rest of the evening swapping our stories and sharing fantasies.

“Dirty cow,” Sally said, smiling.

“That’s me.” Lerato topped up her glass. “Okay. Hard part now. We both shared a common fantasy…which was…was about…shit…which was to be sexually physical with a woman. Neither of us had ever acted on our fantasies although we both admitted it was an illicit act that turned us on.”

“Lerato… Geezus…you never said…”

“Sorry. I really am.”

Sally saw the situation was looking a bit bad. She didn’t want to ruin her friends lives. “You don’t have to carry on, Lerato”

“No. It’s okay. I want Lwazi to hear this. Deep down I think he likes the idea of me being with a woman. Lwazi?

“It’s every man’s fantasy. Vuyo, you agree?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Shall I carry on?”

Lwazi nodded. “Tell us. You realise you’re going to get the seeing to off your life after this is over!”

“Worth carrying on then I would say!” said Lerato with a giggle. “Were was I? Oh yes, me and Samantha agreed to keep in touch after the holiday and we made a deal to tell each other if we ever acted on our fantasies. We were giggling like school girls when Lwazi, Tutu and the children returned. We said goodnight and retired to our rooms at the hotel.”

“Toilet break,” Vuyo said jumping up.

Everyone got up, stretching legs and opening more bottles of wine. Sally and Lerato glanced at each other. Lerato had already forgiven Sally for landing her in a tight spot, she had wanted to tell Lwazi for 2 years what had happened and now she had been the perfect opportunity.

When everyone was seated once again Lerato continued.

“It was about four in the morning when I heard the door knock and someone whispering out in the hallway. Lwazi was fast asleep so I opened the door to find Samantha who pulled me into the hall and closed the door.

She whispered in my ear, ‘I want to live my fantasy now, do you?’
I told her yes and we ran off down the hallway. Samantha was okay as she was wearing a long silk robe but I only had a small vest top of panties so I hoped no one would see us. In the open air we hurried over to a secluded section of the grounds where two swimming pools joined under a bridge. It was here that we hid away, under the bridge and sat on the edge of the pool, our feet in the water.

We were both very excited at our night time secret fun and decided we should try kissing first. She smelled lovely, her perfume was sensuous and I placed my hand on her cheek as we kissed. We were getting carried away by the pool in the darkness and removed our clothes and…”

“Hang on. Slow it down!” Lwazi said.

“Sorry.” Lerato nodded and swigged her wine. “Okay. “Samantha stood and undid her robe. I was amazed at her body when her robe dropped to the floor. Then she sat down and asked me to undress. I stood up and pulled off my vest top, felt a bit silly but felt awkward when I pulled down my panties. Samantha stared at my body as I sat down next to her by the pool.

We caressed each others breasts slowly, and teased each others nipples. I marvelled at how Samantha loved to have her nipples sucked hard and she said she would never had thought I loved having my breasts squeezed so roughly.”

Holiday lesbian first timers.
“Wow,” Vuyo said.

They were all staring at Lerato as she told her story. Sally was the first to pick up on the change in atmosphere. Things had changed slightly, as if someone had opened taken the lid of Bottled Arousal or Horny Delight and the vapours were now filling the air.

“She was a beautiful woman,” Lerato continued, her eyes distant and longing. “I remember her tan lines were clearly visible in the dim light from the hotel. We were very aroused at this point and kissing loads. Samantha loved my shaven pubes, different from hers which were pretty thick but neatly trimmed in a small vee.

‘Should we masturbate each other?’ I whispered to Samantha.

‘Let me go first,’ Samantha said.

I gasped so loud when she touched my pussy. Her fingers were like silk and I remember moaning when she slipped a finger inside me. I was quite wet by then. I almost climaxed right then, the feelings were so intense.

‘Finger me,’ Samantha said to me.

I started to finger her pussy, she was wet too. I didn’t really know what to do so I just put a finger inside her and moved it about. We kissed open mouthed while we masturbated each other. We couldn’t make much noise or we would be discovered by hotel security so our moaning had to be really quiet.

Eventually we decided to go for our ultimate fantasy, to give each other oral sex at the same time. To sixty nine.”

“Holy shit!” Sally said. She could feel her own pussy start to tingle. Both Lwazi and Vuyo were looking uncomfortable and Sally knew they were trying to hide their erections.

Sally wondered how long it would be before something else started happening? She had been in a situation like this before in her early twenties, herself and 3 friends had told sexy stories and had ended up in bed together. She was taken from behind over the bed by her boyfriend of the time, while her best friend bounced on top of her own boyfriends cock. It was a one off thing, never done it since but she remembered it as a totally erotic experience, heightened by the fact that they were all crossing a line not usually crossed.

This time it felt different, not so innocent and naïve. She wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to go that far tonight, it could ruin all of their friendships. Besides she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take part in a foursome with her best friends, although once again her body was trying to force its own opinions on those of her head.

“It was an amazing time, Sally,” Lerato said. “A fantastic experience.”

“So what happened next?” Lwazi asked.

Lerato took a deep breath. “I lay on my back and opened my legs, feeling so sexually wanton in front of another woman was a huge thrill. Samantha placed her legs on either side of my head and lowered her hot pussy onto my mouth. We started licking…licking each other at the same time, both flicking out tongues over each others clitoris’s.

Samantha was moaning…she was telling me how amazing it felt. I was writhing about like electric shocks were running through me, I was groaning…and…saying how good she tasted, I remember it all so clearly.

It didn’t take us long to climax.
I felt an amazing sense of sexual fulfilment when Samantha grunted and groaned as her orgasm trembled through her body. I…felt…felt her pussy quiver on my face and her thighs trembled as she stiffened. I climaxed moments later and felt a huge desire to repeat the entire process almost immediately.

Samantha lifted herself off me and we sat there facing each other and getting our breath back. We kissed long and hard. I could taste myself on her face and lips, our bodies were pretty sweaty…we touched each other again…sucked on each others nipples.”

Lerato sighed deeply, almost wistfully. She focussed on her friends and smiled. “It was an amazing fantasy,” she said. “We agreed one that was worth acting out. Anyway, we crept back to the hotel, luckily no one had noticed we were away. Outside my door we kissed again, I pinched Samantha’s’s nipples hard through her silk wrap and she returned the favour by giving my clitoris a long slow rub through my panties.

The next day neither of us could keep a straight face. We smiled at each other from our sun loungers. At lunch time we went for a swim through the various pools that were all connected. We found an isolated spot and sneaked a quick kiss before heading back.”

Lerato sat back and looked around at the horny faces before her.

“Well that’s a story we won’t forget in a hurry,” Vuyo said.

“No shit,” said Lwazi with an open mouth. “And you never told me? Why?”

“I don’t know really,” said Lerato with an honest face. “Maybe because you’d want me to do it again or get me to do it while you watched or something like that, and I didn’t want that sort of thing.”

Lwazi looked insulted.

“You men are all the same,” Lerato said. “Two women going at it is your biggest fantasy. We’d have been back home two minutes and you’d have me down the nearest bar trying to pick up some lesbo so you can get your rocks off watching us make out.”

“A special one time experience,” Sally said.

“Exactly.” Lerato folded her arms. “It was special. I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it again but the time was right at that moment and not since. A holiday thing.”

Lwazi shuffled in his seat. “Just a holiday thing, “he said. “I guess that’s okay then.”

Everyone was nodding, lost deep in their thoughts. Lerato looked around at them, suddenly realising what she had said. Lwazi opened his mouth.

“No,” said Lerato firmly. “Before you even speak the answer is no. I know what you’re thinking and…”

“Go on then. Tell me what I was thinking if you’re a mind reader,” said Lwazi.

“You were thinking that I said it was a holiday thing only,” Lerato said. “Then your oversexed brain decided that since it was a holiday now then I should strip naked and jump on Sally, rip off her clothes and stuck my tongue up her pussy. Uh huh, not a chance.”

“Geezus,” Lwazi said. “Calm down.”

“Would be a good laugh,” Vuyo said.

“End of discussion, right Sally?”

“Eh…what? Oh yes, of course.”

“I’m going to the loo,” Lerato said standing up.

“I could do with Amarula anyone?” asked Sally also standing.

Lwazi and Vuyo both nodded. Sally headed off to the kitchen leaving them alone. As soon as she had left the room Lwazi smiled at Vuyo.

“I bet they end up doing it,” he said with a quiet smirk.

“No. You really think so?”

Lwazi swigged the last of his whisky. “Bet you anything.”

“R1000 says they don’t,” said Vuyo. “No way would they do it, not after that little speech of hers.”

“Okay, you’re on,” said Lwazi holding out his hand.

Vuyo shook it. “Before the night is out though,” he said as they shook.

“No problem.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Let’s say men’s intuition.”

In the kitchen Sally found glasses, Amarula, tonic and ice. She had just tipped ice cubes into the glasses when Lerato came sauntering into the kitchen looking more than a bit merry. They had all been drinking all night and no one was sober. She giggled when she bumped into Sally.

Men are so sad,” she said. “Don’t you think?”
“Well we all have our fantasies don’t we?” Sally replied. She lit up a cigarette and leaned against the table. “Men like to see two women having sex. Very common fantasy.

“I suppose,” said Lerato.

“You never thought about doing it again?” asked Sally.

“Sometimes,” Lerato said. She poured Amarula into the glasses then glanced at Sally. “More often than I’ve admitted.”

“Really!” chuffed Sally. “Exactly how much?”

“A lot. Oh okay, I’ve been kind of desperate to do it with another women ever since but never found the right time or right feeling or whatever.”

“You dark horse!” Sally said. “And you said no to stop Lwazi from going on and on about it then?”

“Naturally!” Lerato glugged Amarula over the table top before managing to put the lid back on. “I wasn’t about to go all lesbo on you was I?”

“Why not?”

“Well…because…” she stared at Sally with drunken eyes. “What would you have done then?”

Sally dragged deep on her cigarette. She exhaled and looked thoughtful. “I would have ripped off your t-shirt for starters.”

Silence. Lerato stared at her best friend. Sally was being serious. Or was she? A joke, it had to be. She was poking fun at her.

Lerato starting mopping up spilled drink. “You jest.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re not the type.”

“Aren’t I?”

Lerato stopped again. She watched Sally dragging on her cigarette for a moment then put down the cloth and leaned against the counter top opposite Sally.

“You’d have ripped my t-shirt off?”

Sally nodded. Deadly serious.

Lerato moved fast. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and chucked it on the floor. “Like that?” she asked.

“Yep.”

Lerato seemed to weigh up the situation. If she wasn’t careful she would end up making a fool of herself here.

“Then what do you think would happen?” Lerato asked.

Sally looked at Lerato leaning against the counter top, her white bra cupping her small breasts. Then she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. One by one from the top down. She peeled the sleeves down her arms, swapping her cigarette from one hand to the other as she did so. Finally dropping the blouse on the kitchen floor.

“I reckon that’s what would happen,” Sally said. “You would have taken my blouse off.”

Lerato looked at her friends body. It was much bigger than her own slight frame. Sally’s breasts were large and rounded, held in position by a mammoth bra which suspended them over her fleshy stomach.

Hot in the kitchen.
There was electricity in the air now, heating up between them. In the other room they could hear Lwazi and Vuyo laughing and talking. They both thought they were playing a game, who would go the farthest before the other backed out? Secretly they both wanted neither to back out, although they had never done anything remotely like this with each other before, it was new and exciting.

“Then I guess you’d whip off my bra,” Lerato said. She unclipped it and let it fall to the floor. “Like that maybe?”

“Just like that,” agreed Sally. She stared at Lerato’s petite pert breasts. They were firm and supple, her nipples hard and eager in the cool air of the kitchen.

“Then?”

Sally unclipped her own bra.
Her large heavy breasts dropped down, unhindered by their fabric prison. “You’d remove my bra then.”

“So I see,” said Lerato. She took her turn to look at her friends chest.

They had been to the gym together and swimming together many times in the past and had showered and changed together. She had never wanted to stare or admire her best friends breasts before and now she realised how big and shapely they really were.

Sally’s breasts were white, pink areola circled her dark pink and quite long nipples. They rose and fell as Sally breathed and dragged on her cigarette and Lerato could almost imagine holding them in her hands, feeling their weight as she sucked each beautiful nipple into her mouth.

For Sally she too had never even considered the beauty of her friends body before. Now she found Lerato’s body to be amazingly sexy, almost that of a young teenage girls. She stared longingly at her nipples, wondering what it would be like to pinch and lick them.

It felt like ages since either of them had last spoke. Finally Sally broke the silence. “And then what? What was it you told Lwazi you weren’t going to do?”

“Er…I wasn’t going to stick my tongue up your pussy,” Lerato said, her voice husky and quiet.

Sally rubbed her hand down her jeans. “Bit difficult with these on, don’t you think so?”

Lerato nodded. The stakes of the game was being raised. “I’d have to take them off you.”

Sally and Lerato locked eyes. Sally undid her jeans and wriggled them down her meaty legs, pulled her feet free and kicked them aside. Without hesitating she slid her pale blue panties down to the kitchen floor and kicked them aside also.

Sally felt a tinge of foolishness standing in the kitchen with her best friend while she was totally naked. She knew her body wasn’t in its best shape, her stomach was far too big, her thighs too wide and her chest needed reducing, but she did feel very horny.

“Then…” Sally cleared her throat. “…then I’d be naked.”
“Yes.” Lerato eyed up Sally’s body. “Yes. You would.”

Sally loved the attention. “Wouldn’t be able to be real lesbo’s if you were still dressed though.”

“That’s true,” Lerato agreed. She started taking off her shorts. “You’d have to undress me more. Get my shorts off like this.”

Anna took off her shorts and then her panties and leaned back against the counter top. Now they were both naked. Lerato knew it would be a huge shock if Lwazi and Vuyo burst in on them now. She couldn’t decided if she would be embarrassed or even more aroused if that happened.

“So,” said Sally.

“So,” said Anna. “After we’d got each others clothes off what would we do?”

Sally smiled slightly. She stepped forward toward Lerato, sucked hard on her cigarette, flicked it out of the open doorway onto the dark night time garden and took a deep breath.

“We would…”

“…kiss…” finished Lerato!

They both jumped forward, bodies clashing against each other. Their mouths linking, tongues collided as they kissed deeply and passionately. They hugged each other as they kissed, both trembling slightly in anticipation.

Lerato moved her face from Sally’s, downward, using her hands to lift one of Sally’s mammoth breasts to her face and taking a long dark nipple in her mouth. She sucked on it, pinching it between her lips.

“Oh Lerato!! Jesus! Suck them hard!” moaned Sally.
Lerato sucked the other nipple hard, holding the fleshy breast in her hand as she did so. After a moment she leaned back. “Suck my tits, Sally.”

Sally bent forward, she didn’t need to hold Lerato’s tiny breasts. She licked each nipple in turn before sucking them between her lips and sucking on them making Lerato shudder.

“Sally, oh my god!” Lerato whimpered. “I want you so bad!”

“Touch me Lerato” Sally said. “I want you too. I’m so fucking horny after that story.”

Lerato ran a hand over Sally’s round stomach and through her bushy pubes. “You’re so wet, Sally. Touch my pussy. I want us to finger each other.”

Sally gasped as Lerato inserted a finger into her vagina. She cupped Lerato’s vulva, gently rubbing the palm of her hand against her clit before sliding a finger inside her best friends hole.

They both groaned at the same time.

“Sally…oh shit…you’re so good….oh shit….yeah…”

“I love you Lerato….. Fucking hell this is so goooood….urgh…”

“Lick me Sally, lick me out,” Lerato looked into Sally’s eyes. “Lick my pussy, make me cum…please!”

Lerato laid on the kitchen table, her legs wide apart and Sally began licking her pussy lips first, inserting a finger inside her as well. Lerato was whimpering and moaning.

“Sally, Sally, Sally!! Oh shit….my clit…lick my clit…”

Sally slid her tongue along Lerato’s clit before flicking it back and forth making her moan. Her thighs were shaking and trembling.

“Oh Sally…I’m….you’re so good…I’m going to cum…please…please make me cum with your tongue…oh shit…oh shit SALLY! YES!!! OH SHIIITT!!”

Lerato shook and moaned. She was crying, tears rolling down her face and her orgasm shook her whole body. Sally continued to slide her finger in and out of her vagina as she licked her clit while her best friend climaxed.

Before she had even managed to get her breath back Lerato had climbed off the table and was pushed Sally onto it.

I want to lick your pussy,” she said.
“Yes! Do it!”

Lerato quickly inserted two fingers inside Sally, she ran her other hand through Sally’s dense pubic bush and then up her body where she pinched and played with Sally’s nipples.

“Lerato…Lerato.. please lick me…oh…lick my pussy…make me cummm…”

Slowly at first, Lerato sucked on Sally’s pussy lips, teasing her. Then she licked up and down the length of Sally’s pussy, settling on her clit. Sally’s clit was long enough for Lerato to nibble it between her lips as she flicked it with her tongue.

“I’m going to…oh fuck….fuck yes, yes yes! I’m going to…oh….going to cum Lerato….so… fast…oh god…finger me harder….use more…oh shit…more fingers…”

Lerato shoved four fingers into Sally’s hot pussy.

“Oh Lerato!!! Yes!! I’m cuming! FUCK!! YES YES YES!!!! OH LERATO!!!mOH SHIT!! I’M….oh….oh…I’M CUMMINGGGGG….!!!!!”

Sally’s body thrashed on the kitchen table so much Lerato almost fell over. Sally’s thick thighs wobbled and shook and she moaned and yelled a long time. Eventually she calmed down and slid off the table and on to the floor next to Lerato.

They hugged each other kissing and tonguing each other. They were sweaty and sticky and breathing heavily. Even though they had just brought each other to a shattering orgasm they were still horny. Sally was playing with Lerato’s pussy, gently sliding her fingers along her slit. Lerato was teasing Sally’s long hard nipples.

Discovered
“…gone ages. Find out where they are.”

“…go and see what they’re up to…”

Everything went deadly quiet.

Lwazi stood totally still, the kitchen door half open. He stared down at the two naked women kissing and masturbating on the floor. It took almost a full minute for them to realise he stood there.

“I…I came to see where…”

“He’s lost for words,” said Lerato with a chuckle.

“For once,” laughed Sally.

“Jesus!” breathed Lwazi!

“What?” Vuyo shouted from the other room. “What are they doing?”

“Come take a look at this!” Lwazi said.

Vuyo’s head appeared at the door a moment later. “Holy fucking Christ!”

They stared at Lerato and Sally, still holding onto to each other. Sally’s fingers rested on Lerato’s pussy and Anna tweaked Sally’s nipple playfully.

“Looks like you won the bet,” said Vuyo, obviously not upset in the slightest.

“Yep.”

“Bet?” asked Lerato!

“Oh…sorry honey,” Lwazi said. “I bet Vuyo you two would end up fucking each other sometime tonight.”

“Oh,” said Lerato

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Vuyo said. “Didn’t mean to be nasty.”

“That’s okay,” said Lerato. She looked at Sally and they smiled. “We had our own bet going on.”

“Bet on what?” asked Lwazi.

“About you two,” said Lerato.

“For us to know and you to find out,” nodded Sally.

For a moment Lwazi smiled then horror covered his face. “Oh no. No way. No fucking way on earth is that going to happen.”

Vuyo realised what was going on. “Fucking right. Not as long as I am alive.”

“Shame,” said Lerato “They missed the show.”

“Too bad,” said Sally.

The guys looked annoyed at having missed out.

“I suppose we could give them something to watch,” said Lerato

“Maybe,” said Sally with a giggle.

“I feel a BUT coming on,” said Vuyo.

“You watch and we watch,” said Lerato, “Fair trade.”

“Nope. No way!” said Lwazi

“Can’t we persuade you?” asked Sally.

“No!” they both said together.

Sally and Lerato looked at each other. They leaned together and kissed slowly, their lips sliding against each other, they parted slightly so that Lwazi and Vuyo could see their tongues playing. Sally’s hand parted Lerato’s pussy lips a little and gave her a gentle rub. Lerato did the same, slipping a finger between Sally’s hairy pussy lips just enough to tease the guys.

They turned and looked at Vuyo and Lwazi!

“Sure you don’t want to play?”

Pallo Jordan, A lifelong lie, if at all!!!

A life long lie, if at all…

In a funny way Dr Jordan will always be Dr Jordan to many, myself included. But let’s take a pause and consider a life long lie, if at all….

By Lebo Keswa

I have never met Moegsien Williams – I know him more from his stinging editorials in his many years as the Editor of the star. So his article in the NEW AGE singing the praises of Pallo Jordan especially this week took me by surprise.

No one questioned the credentials of ‘Dr’Pallo Jordan. In fact he will always be Dr Pallo Jordan to me. His piece in the New Age singing his struggle credentials was therefore off on a tangent. I think people who adore Pallo are shell shocked and they end up not knowing how to shield him from a major scandal of misrepresentation. We should never have a double standard when we pass judgement in society. In Williams’ days at The Star, he would have written a scathing editorial based on one little word: honesty. He would not have dedicated an entire page to praising someone who has been found with his fingers in the cookie jar and many have suffered his
cruel pen and editorials for being found on the wrong side of the law. I guess fraud is one such crime. It is not better or worse because it is done by someone who is intellectually erudite and so on. By exposing what seems like a life led in a lie – The Sunday Time was not saying Pallo did not contribute to the struggle. With Williams’ article it seems he is already bidding for the authorship of Jordan’s biography – the carrot he dangled in front of the journalists to kill the story another lie to cover up a lifelong lie of referring yourself with a title people sweat for and are subjected to robust peer review in order to acquire. Even a masters degree is subjected to some intellectual peer review –it is not an opinion piece that no one can engage and question. So whether Pallo is worth ten PHDs in his intellect does not detract from the lie of calling yourself a PHD when you are not – what else one wonders is Pallo up to if he can cover up such a singular big fat lie over decades? We must never reserve high standards of integrity for only those that we don’t like. In a sense the article is saying we must forgive Pallo. A Pallo that has not asked for forgiveness almost a whole week after this scandal broke. We are all still none the wiser and have to believe the Sunday Times until he takes us out of this misery.

Would Journalists have spared him thus if he was a Zuma? Why don’t we have lyrical editorials about what role in the struggle Hlaudi Motshweneng played. The story is that he lied about his matric – it has got nothing to do with his heroism in the underground. When Mac Maharaj was harassed by the scorpion for wrong doing there were no pages dedicated to him and what wonderful things he did in the hey days. When Jackie Selebi was incarcerated media men like you dedicated realms of editorial space to how terrible an example he had been and how he must therefore go rot in jail. Because of the ability of Pallo Jordan to speak truth to power it is crucial that he not be spared for lying through his teeth for so many years whatever his reasons may have been. Recently he was one of the most bold to state that ANC must have the moral courage to do the right thing on Nkandla. With a cursory glance at the public protector’s report it is not farfetched to say that the Nkandla report has all the hallmarks of the issue of our moral dilemmas in this country, Many even within the ANC are afraid to say much critical about Nkandla. Our PHD man was not one of them. He was clear – have moral courage to deal with this terrible thing. And the ANC was not pleased.

It behoves newspaper men to show some objectivity and not jump to the defence of those they like and apply the rule book to others, Williams rag should have been calling for Pallo to face the consequences. He lied under oath as recently as his swearing in parliament. He must have filled forms and to spare where he was asked what his title is- and he had to lie repeatedly. There are tons of cabinet documents where he has to lie each time he signed his name. Steven Groters writing on this platforms informs us that he was one of those ‘PHDs’ that insisted regularly on being called as such. Not sure we need much more that this as a clear case of fraud. Pallo did not need much evidence to throw around before saying that the Zuma government is known for scandal. People like you who speak truth to power everyday must not excuse his behaviour in the name of struggle credentials. He must face the music.

I share William’s admiration for Pallo ‘s intellectual work and we need more like him. In fact what saddens me more than anything is that one was hoping that in his remaining years he will be a conscience of the ANC as they grapple with how they live up to the standards of integrity last seen when Nelson Mandela was still alive. Not sure how he will now do that with such a whiff of scandal hanging over his head. You are not helping by creating an impression that he can just sweep such a fat lie under the carpet and life will go on. I wish you had used your column to explain his side of the story – it seems like you didn’t even talk to him a very strange thing for a newspaper man.

William’s article of unmitigated praise like the one penned by Steven Groters on these pages earlier this week has done Jordan a disservice because he may now crawl out under whatever rock he is hiding under, and believe that all of this does not matter and he can feed us a story about how on earth someone who has not even graduated once can ascend to call himself a PHD. Have qualifications become so cheapened? Is this what we want our children?

William’s article with all its good intentions to protect blacks who seem under siege – does a disservice to the role of journalists as the conscience of society. It has a wrong focus all together it masquerades as a second opinion on the Jordan lie, if at all, but really qualifies as a cover up.