I’m a city girl, born , bred and buttered. I’ve always loved everything about city life. The lights, the bustle and the always busy streets
City girls have a reputation for being fast and, most of the time this is true, being easy. I’m one of these girls (of whom perceptions are wrong, just by the way ), but it’s not my fault we simply mature faster…must be something in the water 😎.
After 18 years in my beloved concrete paradise, I had to move…to the village!! Me..with my spirited, strong-willed, witty, wild self had to move to the long forgotten ( if anyone even ever knew it existed ) middle of nowhere. But I’m a warrior I’ll survive…right..?
The adjustment was hard. No part of me was ever made forvillage life. But on the up side, I didn’t have to go to the river to fetch water or usr outdoor plumbing. There is running water! Yeah…I’ll survive this. The judgment was just as harsh though. Every corner convention (these are the women in every location who gather at the street corner to…catch up on local news ) was talking about the jezebel from the city. Not that this bothered me any, center of attention was afterall my middle name. Everywhere I went, I was met with venom-laden looks that could turn Medusa herself to stone.
The ladies thought that I was a man-snatcher? In Long Forgotten, the aim was to have found a husband by 20. I wasn’t. I had planned more for my life than spending my days waiting on my man’s beck and call. No, I was already enrolled at university, working towards my degree in Psychology. They would have known this, if they ever bothered to say hello. But this didn’t stop the epic confrontation.
It had been months, and I’d only made one friend. But enemies came by the dozen..literally. Long Forgotten had decided it was time to put me in my place. They had band together and decided to come confront me. I heard a knock at the door, and when I opened there they were, in all their blazing glory! I still don’t know what was supposed to have happened, or what they’d intended on doing to me that day, but I do know my RBF is bomb! Nothing was said. I gave them a once over look, and at that, they turned and walked away.
Now, this is South Africa, and this is the village, where witchcraft is said to be rife. I don’t believe in witchcraft, or that it can cause any harm. But on this day, when Long Forgotten showed up at my door, said nothing and walked away….could they have cast a hex on me already?
In Two Lifetimes 