It was after lunch time, the mood in the office building of Maroka Financial Services was a laid back one. The air conditioner whirred slowly as some of the employees chatted in low voices over their cubicles, some finishing up on their lunches, some were trying to get some work done, get themselves in the mood for work and avoid being caught up in the lethargic feeling that usually enveloped one after lunch time. One man who seemed to have failed at this was Masedi, he was sitting slumped on his chair, his feet placed lazily on his cubicle desk which was littered with office stationery and official looking documents. He was a man in his mid-thirties, unusually tall and had a bulging stomach that was a result of his binge drinking and eating, his eyes were small and calculating.
‘Mas!’ a sweet voice said penetrating his thoughts rudely. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Maria, his boss’s beautiful secretary standing over him. He smiled shyly getting into an upright position; she always made him feel like a goofy teenager, like he was back in high school all over again.
‘Yes Maria, how can I help you?’ he asked staring into her beautiful bulging brown eyes. He always got lost in them, that was if he was not staring at her bountiful bosom or her pear shaped bottom, he had masturbated to the thought of her countless times, he had even thought of her when making love to his wife. He usually felt guilty afterwards but would do it all over again after seeing her at work, it is not like he was cheating, he thought guiltily.
‘Mr Maroka wants to see you in his office.’ She said softly a thin smile on her face; her brown skin seemed to be glowing.
‘Ok, tell him I will be with him shortly’ he said his smile revealing his stained teeth. He stared transfixed as she walked in between the cubicles back to her station; he sighed heavily and followed her.
As he approached Maria nodded to tell him it was alright to go in. He knocked once, opened the door and walked in. Marvin Maroka’s office was large, a white Persian rug dominated the majority of the tiled floor, the walls were painted in a dull grey colour, a book shelve full of books with various topics occupied one wall, a revolving leather chair was placed behind a huge mahogany desk that was littered with official looking papers and envelopes. Maroka was sitting his chair turned towards the window. The view of the central business district and the greater part of Gaborone from the fifth floor where they were now was magnificent. Masedi stood routed to the spot, he never could get used to the view from Maroka’s office.
‘Do sit down Masedi, we don’t have all day.’ Said Maroka curtly without bothering to turn and look at his visitor. Masedi pulled a chair and sat down, he then waited. Maroka and Masedi sat in silence for a few more minutes. He turned his chair to face Masedi, he was a short pot-bellied man, his receding hairline and grey hair told his age, a few wrinkles could be spotted from his determined face. His skin was two shades away from being classified as blue-black. His violently white teeth gave him a creepy expression, especially when he attempted to smile.
‘What is it that you do here Masedi?’ he asked, breaking the awkward silence. Masedi looked at him surprised, with good reason; he had been working for Maroka for over half a decade now, he clearly cannot claim he does not know what he did.
‘Well sir I am an assistant to Mr Mavenda who is a corporate services advisor. We are the team that are in-charge of offering business advice to our clients, we come up with models to turn around companies in the dark and we make models to sustain a good financial run.’
‘How do you think that’s going?’
‘We are currently experiencing problems holding onto clients, mainly because business consider our services an expandable expense, everyone is worried about spending money unnecessarily and when they come up with strategies to slim down and survive in the current climate consultants like us are the first to go.’
‘You are a very intelligent man Masedi, I will give you that.’ Said Maroka standing up from his chair and standing by the window, watching out as ordinary people went about their business outside ‘When companies start thinking they do not need consultants I end up with employees who have nothing to do, I begin to realise just how much I am spending unnecessarily too. Do you get me?’
‘I am being let go?’ he asked surprised.
‘Yes son I have to, a lot of your colleagues will be without a job tomorrow too, the HR department is finalising the details as we speak. I decided to do this myself because I value your commitment to my firm; I know the kind of employee you are.’ He said pushing a brown envelope to Masedi ‘I personally wrote you a letter of recommendation, the envelope also includes a cheque with five month salary as your severance.’
Masedi just sat and said nothing, for he did not know what to think or say. Anger just ran through his blood.
‘You are a talented man; you will have no problem finding a job once the economy has calmed down.’
He stood up without saying a word and left, envelope in his hand. As he stepped out of the office Maria smiled at him and said something he could not hear, or maybe he did but was choosing to ignore. He walked through the familiar cubicles like some sort of zombie, oblivious to his surroundings. He packed his belongings into a box and walked out amid a few curious stares, he held back tears.
The drive home was surreal; he did not believe he was the one who drove the car home. As he approached the parking lot of the apartment building he saw his fiancé’s black Kia Cerato parked. He smiled cheerfully; he knew she was the only person that would make everything better at such a time. He parked his metallic silver 2012 Volkswagen GTI next to the Cerato, walked around it whilst rubbing his hands over it, without a job he could not afford the payments, it would have to go, he kissed it lovingly and walked into the apartment building, leaving the box in the car, rushing to go share the news with Katlego. The elevator was out of order once again, he smiled weakly, as if his day could not get any worse, he thought. He sighed painfully and began the climb to the third and final floor, it seemed like an eternity but he made it. The door was unlocked and ajar, music blared from the radio, he walked in and closed the door behind him, and the living room area was deserted.
‘Baby, why are you not at work? You won’t believe the day I had…’ he said over the music.
‘Baby!?’ he said walking into the hallway towards the bedroom, a shirt was lying on the floor, he picked it up, it smelled like cheap perfume, it was not his. He left it there and proceeded cautiously, he dared not believe what his mind was telling him, a blouse on the floor, it was hers, shoes, hers and a man’s also lay on the floor. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, he stood there and watched, horrified by what he was seeing. Katlego was butt naked and on all fours, a huge dark coloured man rammed her from behind, she was moaning and writhing, the smell of faeces wafted through the air.
‘I thought you said anal disgusts you’ he said as he opened the door, she screamed, a scream between enjoyment and shock, the huge dark coloured man also pulled out and let out an awkward yell.
‘Baby I can…’ Katlego blurted as she crawled on the floor looking for something to wear.
‘Who are you?’ the dark coloured man asked in a funny accent after gaining some composure, his penis still standing to attention.
‘WHO AM I?’ Masedi bellowed ‘WHO AM I!?’ he walked towards him and punched him in the face, his fist hurt, the man stumbled but regained his balance and threw a punch too, Masedi dodged it and kicked the dark coloured man in his exposed penis, Katlego shrieked as he continued to kick the naked man after he fell to the ground ‘IN MY OWN BED! IN MY OWN BED KATLEGO!?’ the naked men rolled blood all over his face. Katlego pulled him from behind; he struggled with her for a few seconds before throwing her on the bed and slapping her. He turned around and found the naked man on his feet a lamp on his hand, he threw it at Masedi and it caught him on the face, he lost his balance, the naked man kicked him whilst he was down. As the naked man executed a kick he grabbed his leg and pulled him to the ground, he took the damaged bed lamp and hit him in the face. The naked man let out a scream of pain and fell by the door. As he stood up to attack him some more the naked man made a run for it, he followed him into the living room area and watched him stumble out of the door. When he went to the door he saw the naked man tumble down the stairs and run out onto the parking lot. He went back inside ignoring the stares of the neighbours who had stepped out of their homes to witness the spectacle; he slammed the door and went to the bedroom. Katlego was still on the bed covered in a sheet and wailing loudly.
‘Mas I am sorry!’ she said in between massive sobs.
‘In my own bed Katlego?’ he asked fuming ‘how could you?’
‘Im so sorry.’
‘Sorry you got caught?’
‘What is it? Was I a horrible boyfriend to you?’ he asked over her sobs ‘ANSWER ME!?’ he shouted and pulled her from the bed and threw her against the wall, she fell to the ground crying painfully. He looked at her pitifully ‘When I come back I should find you gone, pack your stuff and leave, I do not want to see you again, leave the keys to the car I bought for you. You WHORE!’ he spit on the floor and walked out angrily.
He drove around the city until it was dark, he just drove, the rage in him failing to subside. When he was tired of driving around he drove to a bar on the outskirts of the city, he walked in and ordered a whiskey double, gulped it and ordered another. The alcohol ran through him, making him feel even worse, he drank, and drank and drank. A soft tap on his shoulder an hour later shoved him from his dark thoughts. He turned around.
‘I do not want any trouble I just want to drink my liquor in…’ He said before falling dead silent. Maria was standing there, dressed in a tight tank top and tight denim pants.
‘Hi Mas! What are you doing in these parts?’ she said sitting next to him.
‘Drowning my sorrows.’ He said.
‘Oh! I am sorry I heard what happened. Are you ok?’
‘I will be fine, its not like we were married?’ he said gulping what was remaining of his whiskey and motioning the bartender to bring him another.
‘What!?’ said Maria confused ‘I was talking about you getting let go.’
‘Oh, that, no I am over that now.’
‘So are you and Katlego having trouble?’ she asked a concerned look on her face.
‘If by trouble you mean a big black man tearing her anus apart the yes, yes we are having trouble.’ He wiped tears from his eyes with his sleeve ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ he added as an after-thought.
‘ok I guess.’ She said ‘I am sorry’ she added putting an understanding arm around him.
‘And to think she always said anal was disgusting, making me feel like a pervert for wanting it, turns out she just wanted it from her big black man.’
Maria shrugged, not knowing what to say. She gulped her drink silently for a minute or so before saying ‘If she cheats on you it means she does not deserve you Mas, you are one of the nicest guys I know.’ He felt a little embarrassed, he did not know why.
‘I gave her everything, went out of my way to please her and her overbearing family and this is how she repays me? I proposed to her, does that not mean anything anymore Maria?’
‘It means a lot, she just did not get it, and she never deserved you if she failed to get what it meant to you.’
‘I mean I never cheated, not even once. Granted I have fantasised about you when I made love to her but I never slept with you did I?’ he said without realising what he was admitting to. Maria opened her mouth to answer but fell silent, a rush of excitement had ran through her whole body at the thought of Masedi thinking about her in a sexual way, he had always acted aloof in the office, almost awkward, she had known he had a serious girlfriend so she had accepted him and her would never happen.
‘I mean I should be given a medal for being faithful.’ He said staring into her eyes ‘Your eyes are beautiful, I have always wanted to tell you that. I think now that I am single I can tell you that without feeling guilty.’
Maria blushed unnecessarily.
‘Last call, we are closing.’ The bartender said.
‘Where are your car keys? You cant drive, lets call you a cab.’ Maria suggested.
‘I am fine, I can drive’ he said standing up only to collapse to the floor. Maria tried rousing him, he had passed out. With the help of the bartender she carried him to his car, put him on the passenger seat and strapped him with a seat belt. She then drove to her home. She dragged him into the bedroom and stripped him to his boxer briefs and helped him onto the bed, she undressed, left only her underwear on and got into the bed with him, she spooned him, his body was warm, his heart beat slow, she smiled to herself when she remembered the number of times she had fantasised about this happening, she was going to take good care of him, she thought, she was going to love him more than anyone ever had done, she loved him, she had loved him for months now. He mumbled something and drifted back to sleep, she listened to his heartbeat until she too fell asleep.