By Enhle Khumalo (@enhle1994)
Friend 1: I’m trapped at school, refusing to sleep alone. You good?
Friend 2: Haha, do sleep and stop being melancholic, that’s reserved for poets. Then again, at this hour of the night we are all worthy of a little poetic license. I’m happy, how are you?
Friend 1: Hahahaha. You’re happy, that’s a rare thing for a Black wo(man). How can I get me some of that? Lol.
Are you still in Braam? And I’m alright, thanks.
Friend 2: To be happy you depend on yourself and other Black women. That’s the secret, I suppose…yeah I’m still around. The plantation has swallowed me up….”alright” is an alright thing to be sometimes.
Friend 1: Yeah, I think so too. The last we spoke you said you hated this place. I guess you’re friendly with ghosts…what happened to Bessie Head sisterhood?
Friend 2: Well, we’re more dead than alive anyway. Might as well make friends with ghosts in preparation for pending doom…Hmm, I haven’t been to a book store in weeks. I mean, sigh.
Friend 1: It’s fine, it will happen. I was never ready for Bessie Head anyway. Will you be around today? I’ll come say hi.
Friend 2: I’ll be around, we’ll get some coffee….Also, if you don’t want to be alone, I’m sure you could make a call and someone will show up for you.
Friend 1: Who? Jes*s? He’s always on voice-mail.
Friend 2: Shi’. You’re reaching. Didn’t you know, he blocked you a long time ago.
Friend 1: Thought as much. He tired of all the whining and needing. Anyway, he too immaculate to hang around the air of Black lonely girls.
Friend 2: Black girls, always whiling and ready to blow. No lies. The world’s too weak to tolerate the sour ones.
Friend 1: So let us spare Jesus. And go on dying alone.
Friend 2: Aha. They say that the most absolute way of dying is doing it without Him. No light, only darkness. Sigh, goodnight my friend.
Friend 1: Tell them that you can’t walk towards the light if you can’t see it. Tunnels are petrifying that way. Goodnight. 14:30pm, coffee date. X