By Derick Matsengarwodzi IN his home, they call him a father. His wife knows him as a caring man. But on his hunting turf, he is an...
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By Derick Matsengarwodzi
IN his home,
they call him a father. His wife knows him as a caring man. But on his hunting
turf, he is an old man who targets young, innocent girls for his selfish
pleasure.
“If you
don’t have your own sugar daddy, you will never feel what life is like,” some
would say. “It’s fashionable these days.”
And some
believe this, often with harmful consequences.
So it came
to pass that the old man went on his usual hunt. In his posh car and pricey
clothing, he resembled a caring father figure. He drove with ease and purpose
to find his next target. And soon one of the schoolgirls fell into his trap.
Promise was
a young woman with many prospects, according to her community. She was
withdrawn, perhaps due to her trying past. Her innocence was matched only by
her inexperience. This is what aroused the cunning old fox.
All she ever
wanted was to become a supermodel and she was always dreaming of being featured
on the centrefold of a top-selling magazine. She dreamt, even though her mother
had left her in foster care before she succumbed to a chronic illness. Before
she died, her mother held her hand and said: “I wish I could be there for you,
but I will be gone soon. Grow up and be brave, even when I am not there. I will
always look upon you. You will make it because you are beautiful.”
After her
mother’s death, Promise never cried. She was too young to know the meaning of
death. Then one day, the old man hooted for her attention. “Can I offer you a
lift, my dear? You look tired,” he said, launching his attack. He seemed too
sweet to reject. She smiled and nodded timidly. She was brought up to respect
the elderly, even strangers. This is how the two became an item, as they say.
Soon he
found his chance. He promised her everything that she had dreamt of. She
responded with eagerness and the old man knew that he finally had his catch. He
chronicled how she could change her lonely miserable life to something more
beautiful. But he never told her that all this came with a big, painful price:
a price of life and death. If only she knew.
Over the
months, their new friendship developed into something special, so he said when
he went to visit. He always got what he demanded and she got what she asked
for. With the constant presents and sweet messages, there was little time to
think of the past or the present.
“Enjoy life
while you still can. You are one of the lucky girls to have someone who can
spoil you every time you need him.” This came from a friend who had experience
in the trade. She had to trust her.
“That’s what
friends are for,” the sugar daddy always reminded her before he drove off.
In the
following months, she became suspicious of her condition, with morning sickness
and a bulging waistline. She did not worry much as she had someone to lean on,
her sugar daddy. She phoned him to tell him of her complications. Suddenly his
tone was furious. “I am away on business. I will return only in a few weeks and
take care of the problem. In the meantime, just find something to treat the
aliment. I’m sure it’s not something very serious.”
He hung up
before she could say goodbye. The conversation made her uneasy. In the
background, she had heard female voices, giggling and enjoying themselves.
“They are
probably work mates,” she told herself.
Soon days
became months. Her tummy was now fully grown. She could not hide it from anyone
anymore. People began to talk. Still he never called, nor did he arrive, as he
had promised. When he finally returned, he had other opinions.
“So, you
decided to get pregnant so you could get money out of me. Whoever told you that
plan never advised you correctly. I will teach you a lesson that you will never
forget. You will never get a cent from me. What I gave you was more than
enough. Make a plan. The child is yours, not mine, and you must know what to do
with it.”
He drove off
and never returned. She had no one to cry to. There had to be a way to save her
dream modelling career. And it had to be soon.
The man she
phoned said he could help her for a token fee. She made the short trip during
the night. “Just do as I say and everything will be fine,” he said.
She nodded.
She took the pill to her room and closed the door behind her. She did exactly
as the man had directed. Within hours it was working. She endured the pain
alone. Later, when the pain became unbearable, she shouted for help. The
ambulance came. They said she had lost too much blood, but they would try their
best.
• Derick
Matsengarwodzi is the author of Tinzwei, an authoritative blog. He is a former columnist
for The Witness and News24 in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa and also blogs on natAfrica and
CheekyCliks.
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