In a world where love can be stolen, Brian gets the opportunity to go to university to persue his dream, leaving his 5 years long relationship with a young lady named Mcfalda. He goes on to meet new people, new friends and of course a new kind of lo...
2024 marked the end of many things for me my time in Potchefstroom, my relationship with Nontombi, and a chapter of my life that had been filled with both joy and heartbreak. Nontombi and I tried one last time to make it work, but it ended as it had begun: with a quiet understanding that we were better apart than together. We had loved each other deeply, but love wasn’t enough to bridge the gaps that had formed between us. When I left Potchefstroom, I left a piece of myself behind, but I also carried with me the lessons I had learned and the memories that would stay with me forever.
I returned to Lydenburg and took a job as an assistant teacher at my former high school. The transition was strange. I wasn’t used to being on the other side of the classroom, and the atmosphere felt both familiar and foreign. My best friend, Kabelo, was still in grade 11, and we quickly rekindled our bond. Together, we formed a group of five boys who became my anchor in this new phase of life. I spent more time with them than in the staffroom, finding solace in their laughter and camaraderie.
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It was during this time that I met Kamogelo. She was in grade 11, bright-eyed and full of life. I asked her out, but she told me to wait. I respected her decision, but while I waited, Kabelo introduced me to Promise. She was light-skinned, fit, and undeniably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I hesitated to pursue her, unsure of my feelings and the complications it might bring. But then Kamogelo made up her mind and agreed to be my girlfriend. Just five days into our relationship, Promise and I shared our first real conversation. She had the most beautiful teeth, brown eyes that seemed to hold the universe, and a smile that could light up the darkest room. She was perfect.
By September, Promise told me she loved me. She didn’t care about my relationship with Kamogelo, even though they shared a desk in class. It was messy, complicated, and far from ideal, but I found myself drawn to both of them. I dated them both, and while they didn’t like the arrangement, they agreed to it for a time. But as December rolled around, Promise and I began to drift apart. Kamogelo stayed, and our relationship grew more intimate, though it was constantly shadowed by reminders of the polygamy that had defined it. I hated being reminded of my mistakes, of the choices I had made that had hurt the people I cared about.
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2025 brought its own set of challenges. Kamogelo and I were having problems, our relationship strained by the weight of the past and the unresolved feelings that lingered between us. Meanwhile, Promise and I started talking again, slowly rebuilding the connection we had lost. Her sister, Goodness, didn’t believe I could ever win Promise back. “You had your chance,” she told me bluntly. “And you blew it.”
Her words stung, but they also forced me to confront the truth. I had made mistakes big ones and I couldn’t undo them. All I could do was learn from them and try to be better.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself sitting on the steps of the school where it had all begun. Kamogelo sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. We didn’t speak much; we didn’t need to. The silence between us was heavy with unspoken words, but it was also filled with a quiet understanding. We had been through so much together, and while our relationship wasn’t perfect, it had taught us both valuable lessons about love, forgiveness, and growth.
“Do you think we’ll make it?” Kamogelo asked, her voice soft but steady.
I took a deep breath, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before answering. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I do know that I’m grateful for you. For everything we’ve shared, even the hard parts.”
She smiled, a small but genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Me too.”
As we sat there, watching the sky turn from orange to pink to deep blue, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Life was messy, and love was complicated, but it was also beautiful. I had hurt people, and I had been hurt, but I had also loved and been loved in return. And that, I realized, was what mattered most.
In the weeks that followed, Kamogelo and I decided to part ways not out of anger or resentment, but out of love and respect for each other. We had grown together, but it was time for us to grow apart. As for Promise, we continued to talk, slowly rebuilding the trust and connection we had lost. Goodness still didn’t believe I could win her back, but I was determined to try. Not because I needed to prove something to anyone, but because I believed in us in the love we had shared and the possibility of a future together.
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Life had a funny way of bringing people together and pulling them apart, but it also had a way of giving second chances. As I stood on the threshold of a new chapter, I felt hopeful. The past had shaped me, but it didn’t define me. I was ready to move forward, to embrace the unknown, and to write a new story one filled with love, growth, and, yes, a little bit of facetiousness
