"Slaughter house"

You probably thinking " we've read so many articles on animal pouching not again" well that's a story for another day, you see on everything I write about, there's always an inspiration behind it, so is to this one.

Nkumbuzo was  young and successfull, after University he had relocated from Durban to Katlehong and found himself a very good job, every second month he would travel down to Durban to give his parents money. They had sacrificed a lot sending him to the University the least he could do was show his appreciation. He recently bought himself a Scirocco just few months ago he had bought a house, he was obviously doing well for himself.

Every other black person knows the minute you become successful everyone all of a sudden wants be befriend you.

It was the same case with Nkumbuzo he had so many friends they could fill a bus, coming from a big family he was used to that much people hence he did not mind; and as well was enjoying all the attention he was getting,  it was overwhelming. Everything is fascinating in the big city especially if you've spent your whole life in the bundus.

The odd thing about friends is some are there to add in your life, some friends are just the end of you

 

Amongst all his friends Thabo was his best friend, his partner in crime, they knew each other's deepest secrets. Every Friday they would go out clubing meet different girls and bring them to Nkumbuzo's house to be slaughtered. Every single person in ext. 2 knew how notorious those boys were, parents would swear if they ever saw their daughters entering that house, that would be the day they will be arrested for murder "those boys are only in love with themselves" they would mutter and indeed to them it was just a game. Buying booze and food would not be a problem, because you would later pay it back and they had a way with girls as a result of this Thabo had 3 children from different mothers all met the same way and fell victim of "the wrong turn" Nkumbuzo on the other hand had a girlfriend of 5 years who was doing her last year at DUT (University of Durban) she was just waiting to graduate then perhaps Nkumbuzo will finally marry her. I dont understand why is marriage the only thing in women's minds but anyway she was expecting it.

 

Chances are Nkumbuzo where ever he is was already infected by HIV, I mean they cared less if they had a condom on, as they would be so drunk to even remember who unzipped them, all they wanted was to devour their prey without even considering the consequences it had gotten to an extent where they would compete about how many have fallen in each's trap and who ever had less worked twice as much. The house outside looked beautiful and the lounge welcoming the bedrooms looked like a hostel with all kind and different panty sizes underneath the beds that was left by the owner or perhaps disappeared under the bed since there was so many of them including the used and unused condoms. The nosy neighbours would peep through their windows to see who was the next prey. Anyone is and can be a victim and these guys were charmers of note and though people knew how they were they still managed to smooth talk them right into the "slaughter house" and no one can claim to sleep on a hungry stomach when the sleg huis is just next door.