Waking up alone os the worst thing ever.
I missed Ameerah. Or the idea of having a wife.
I was contemplating trying again.
Maybe we should make Nikah and try once more.
Or was it over for good?
I tried to contact her and was surprised that she answered my text message.
“Hey Moe… I am doing okay. Trying to keep busy,” she responded.
“Im okay… We sold the house and stuff…”
“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone I texted you. Salaams.”
We chatted for a bit when I realized that I really didn’t love her.
Despite her beauty and charm, I really didn’t love her.
That night out with weed and partying, it made me think.
I wanted my freedom back but I also want to be with someone.
Maybe I should marry someone super chilled so we could party together.
We could even move to Cape Town and have a jol.
But the thought of my wife, whoever she is, partying made me sick.
That chick will have to raise my children yet she spends her time in a club.
I’m really conflicted.
Having a good nice wife versus having a party animal.
Maybe I should get both kinds then Il be fine.
Actually it would be too much of a hassle.
Gosh, I really miss Amina!
She was the right person for me!
Dammit! Why did I mess up?
She is the right amount of good plus she can be glamorous too.
And the funny thing was she was really into me.
The bad part for me is that I knew my buddy Suhail was really into her.
And bros always come first.
I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but it seems that our friendship soured anyways.
You win some, you lose some- they say.
I still feel crap about Suhail.
Like the owe won’t even message me these days.
Well, I didn’t text him too but that’s not how our friendship was.
I began felling really lonely and hanging out with Riza became very boring.
He’s wife is preggers so now he has turned into a fluffy marshmallow.
Like he bailed on my for Baby Indaba! Bloody hell!
Anyways I decided to chat to Saaleha again.
“Me stranger? Where were you lost?”
“Oh you mean getting divorced?”
“The word spreads fast. Housewives of Houghton.”
“Lol. You well?”
“Yeah man! Super. I’m getting engaged next week. You must come.”
There’s my chance gone.
She’s getting married but she’s chatting to me so casually. Its insane.
I guess I did chat to her while I was married.
But you get my point!
I’m back at my old flat and I am feeling the told me again.
I think I need to go to campus because working is really boring.
Maybe I should try and finish my degree.
But Riza is done campus and Suhail and Luqi don’t speak to me anymore.
It will be such a schlep to hangout with youngsters.
Some of those first and second years at UJ are serious losers.
They go to all their lectures and don’t have anytime to chill.
Also, do I really want to spend my days on the lawn by the Student Centre smoking hookah?
I could go to Wits but… Naah.
I think I’ll just chill and see where business takes me.
My mother suggested I go back to New Castle but that’s not on the agenda.
I will go crazy!
Anyways on Friday night I decided to go out and see if I have any game.
I went to the Zone for dinner and to see if I could still charm girls.
So I polished up and left.
When I got there, I sat like a loser all alone eating steak and scrolling through Facebook.
THE Moe from Uj never sat alone anywhere let alone in Rosebank.
I saw a few guys from campus but they were all with company and stuff.
So at the bottom of the escalator I saw this girl wearing a black mini skirt with leggings and red lipstick.
She was a real killer!
She was standing along in 6 inch heels looking at her phone.
So I decided to go up to her and offer some ‘Moe Charm’.
“You alone on a Friday night…”
“Not really…” Giggles.
“My name is Moe by the way..”
“So where you from?”
“Mayfair and you?”
“I come from Newcastle but I stay here in Killarney.”
“Oh, I got family staying there… I love Killarney.”
“Its okay… So what do you do? Are you working? Corporate?”
Giggles. Lots of giggles.
“No man… I am still in school.”
“School? First year?”
I was serious.
“No… I’m young. I am only in grade 10.”
This chick look 30!
“How old are you?”
“16 and you?”
She is a bloody child.
I walked away shaking my head.
I got into my new car feeling a sense of emptiness.
I had a wallet full of cash and a shiny new car and it means nothing.
Why did I think the ‘chase’ is all that glamorous.
Its really foolish and pointless.
Honestly, I felt like I was grabbing at a reflection when I could have the real thing.
I got back home annoyed and disappointed.
Nothing seemed to matter.
I remembered the time I took Amina to Mc’D’s on her birthday.
It was super cool.
Why did I mess up? Why?
I decided to text her.
Honestly, I have nothing to lose anymore.
“Salaams… Its Mohammed. Hope you well. I’m sure you heard what happened with me. Been thinking about you. Take care.”
I sent the message and went to get ready for bed.
I heard my phone beep and was shocked to later see that Amina responded.
“Wslms. Sorry to hear about your divorce. I was really shocked. Your mother said it was long time coming. Hope your shop is well. I am okay. You heard my engagement broke?”
My heart flip flopped.
Was I on to something good?
“Jee, I heard. I am really sorry. It was mostly my fault. You deserve much better though.”
“I suppose these things happen…”
“So… What’s new?”
I felt really bad. But at the same time I was optimistic.
Maybe Amina and I are meant to be?
She clearly thinks so if she is still chatting to me!