So I came across that chick we were teasing at the braai in Vosloorus last month and as she marched towards me she looked like she was about to maul me, I was alone my friends were not there, as she drew closure I was just about shit myself, the thoughts of running flooded my mind but then again i asked myself how far will i run before she catches me, that woman had a build that looked like she could run 10 times faster than Castor Semenya.
We were sitting at our table minding our own business, my friends and I when he/she person approached and since we could not figure what sex she was well we figured it would not hurt to call her a shim (which is a she/him) and boy did we have a good laugh the next day bebsides the fact that i still would not have went to the due to to hang over i still felt my Abs got a work out of a life time from laughter.
The theme of the party was colour blocking (mix of different colours) and don't get me wrong but i still think this trend suits a few people i mean if umnyama njenge bhodwe lesintu you just can not pull a yellow top but what can we say? So as she was passing we started laughing probably up till the braai was finish well i mean everyone knows we are such exaggerates during this glee as surely as Monday will always remain the first day of the week no one actually thought that one of us one day will meet this chick going alone; and oh boy did i think it would be me? of course not
She drew closer and closure i wished the ground would swallow me, she grabbed me by the hand and looked straight into my eyes and said "look here neh , peer presure will get you killed mawungananqondo" all i said was yes sisi she carried on about all the birds and bees of peer pressure and i had to be as meek as a dove and there and there i made a vow never to be influenced by friends
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