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💃A man worth knowing🤔🤔

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💋Chapter Eight💋 ‘Shall we have coffee on the balcony?’ ‘That sounds nice.’ She tried to quell the nervous flutter in her stomach with a smile. ‘It’s more private and there’s a lot more sun.’ Mandi followed Nosiswe Dlane through the elegant Hyde Park apartment towards the French doors opening up to an enclosed balcony. She’d worn a smart pair of black fitted trousers and a crisp white blouse for the meeting. Nosiswe was far more relaxed in a pair of expensive blue jeans and a caramel- coloured turtleneck sweater. The clothes made her look younger. Mandi looked around the huge balcony. The creamy white of the wicker patio furniture was broken with bright multi-patterned cushions. It was an airy, inviting and casual sitting area. ‘Please take a seat. I’d forgotten how lovely the sunny late winter afternoons can be in Johannesburg,’ Nosiswe said, as a housekeeper in a starched duchess uniform poured coffee from a silver pot. Mandi had a slight trace of a hangover – all that alcohol a...
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Devil's kiss

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DEVIL'S KISS Passionate lingering kiss, Oh a moment of bliss! Gently rising heat, An act of deceit. Curvy body sways, Oh your numbered days! Beauty before your eyes, The devil in disguise. Red poisoned lips, Slender apple hips; Rolling wet tongue, Oh the night is young! Hot and cheesy, Until you get dizzy; Eyeballs roll around, Body falls to the ground. A moment to reminisce, On that lovey kiss; You fell for the appeal, If only it were real. Hands reach out for her, 'Oh Monalisa, Honey in my tea, Why do this to me?' 'Too late darling Dave, Money is all I crave; I'm just a paid actress, And you led me to your Fortress. Winks. © Princewill 👁️
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💃A man worth knowing🤔🤔

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💋Chapter Seven💋 ‘Nombi! ’ Shocked, Mandi stared at her sister. ‘You’re only supposed to arrive tomorrow!’ This night was just full of surprises, Mandi thought glumly. She hadn’t expected to find her younger sister in her house tonight. Nombi was looking gorgeous, as always. Even in a pair of flared yoga pants and a fleecy hooded top, she managed to look like a top model. ‘I arrived a day early.’ Nombi eyes were not on her, she noticed, but fixed on Themba. ‘I found your spare key under the pot plant. Not a safe place to leave it.’ She pouted. ‘You must be more careful, Mandisa!’ Mandi flushed, ignoring her sister’s chiding remark. ‘Nombi, you remember Themba.’ Nombi’s greeting was cool as ice. ‘Of course.’ ‘Nombi.’ Themba nodded. ‘You’re looking well.’ Her sister arched her brows. ‘I get paid to look well.’ Themba showed his perfect white teeth. ‘Of course, I forgot; you’re a model now.’ Nombi turned to Mandi. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting anything?’ ‘No,’ Mandi lied. ‘We’ve just ...
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White Stereotype

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White Stereotype This could be us. Bonding in saliva and in fever I love you so much Denver But you labeled me a taker Since my people have been taking from you forcefully I didn't even support them fully Behind the scenes I was fighting for you wholly I'm timid, naive and afraid to fight for you openly Cause I'm sacred I will be labeled a traitor This could be us! Sharing one heart, while listening to the music you love But here we are, far away from you The sins of my people tearing us apart Give or take Everyone is here for themselves Can't we be here for ourselves and not against our heartbeat Shouldn't we been fighting for our love, tearing the skin that took us apart This could be us! But no this is not us How can this be us When my love is seen as plot to explore your body Every of my kindness is perceived as a silent threat I'm even afraid to touch your melanin skin Because I will be labeled a rapist When in reality I'm just a pianist Exp...
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Black Disease

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Black Disease This could be us! But you named me black; A parasite of human race. My color is a disease, isn't it? The milk you don't want to taste twice. The devil you never want to get related with. You distaste me with your mind. Pump lies at me with your heart. Rubbed me in the dirt with your eyes. Twisted my fate with your mouth. Yet that isn't enough Till you stained your hands with my blood. But the good news is, Your white history isn't complete without blacks; Ask Barrack Obama, who ruled you for years. Or ask the black Angel of your country, Dr Martin Luther King Jr, what he dreamt of; definitely not racism. Your book of white history is still stained in black, Ask George Stinney Jr, Yes! The fourteen years old boy who took a rough ride to heaven for what offense? Oh now I know; he has that black disease which is indeed killing you. You might have forgotten but history is still intact. 1944 won't forget June 16. You beat ...
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