Ok yes I have to give it to you, my boss is rich, but come on think about it he wouldn't want a chef if he wasn't. My employer is a dark in melanin pink lipped, bearded, buff man whore. I swear the amount of women I'm always cooking for, one is different than the other, and then while I cook I hear her screaming as he is giving her sum, I feel like puking just thinking about it, errgg men, anyway in case you wondering his name is Nkosikona Mpiyake I know right big strong Zulu, I couldn't give two shits if I tell you, I'm here to cook and cook only
Nkosi:"Hello Nkazimulo" I hate it when people call me by my full name I'll tell you why later on the journey
Me:"Nkazi is fine sir" I say as I take out the ingredients to cook, Nkosi is a 30 year old man but doesn't know how to cook, but I swear he's always feeding these whores, sorry I just really hate men of this generation I mean like in all and all can't you men settle down and find a wife and NOT CHEAT on her, in fact I don't think they deserve to be called men these parasites should be called boys no matter how old they get
Nkosi:"Nkazimulo" I swear I feel like throwing a knife in his eye every time he calls me by my full name
Me:"yes sir" I respond as I wash my hands preparing them for work
Nkosi :"Please do something fancy today I have a special guest" he smiles and winks at me and I just nod and look down but deep in my bones I wonder if this man has any brain cells at all, or did he buy them too, I swear rich people are brainless lunatics that think that they own the world
It's almost 17h00 and I just finished the 'fancy' dinner this man told me to cook and I'm about to change so I can leave, but nigga stands in front of me and by the looks of it, it looks like he has something behind him but I couldn't care less I just wanna leave
Me:"Uhm excuse me sir" in other words nigga move
Nkosi :"You don't want to stay a bit?" nigga what??!
Me :"Why" ok I really need to learn to fix my face when it comes to these type of people
Nkosi :"Well I was thinking of how I have no idea who you are and you have no idea who I am so I thought we should learn more about each other" bitch I've already learnt you, you are a man whore-like parasite
Me :"Uhm ok" I giggle uncomfortably and awkwardly
We sit on a table that was fancyed up and pretty and eating MY cooked food, nigga broke, couldn't he find another person to cook for him if he was gonna ask me to eat with him? We sat in silence for a good hour with us eating, well mainly him eating, nigga is a pig damn, after eating his food with he's beard he looked at me and had the nerve to say
Nkosi :"What?"
Me:"bitch what do you mean what, have you seen your face?" I pop my eyes out the minute I realized that I said that out loud, oh shit, oh shit what did I just say oh wow
Me:"uhm sir"
Nkosi :"You know what, lay on me" I was confused, lay what on him? If nigga thinks imma sleep with him he can take his ass back to Pluto coz boy what
Nkosi :"Lay it on me, I see the way you look at me everyday, even a blind man can see that you want to say something, I guess this time you couldn't keep it in so burp it out" I was so lost
Me :"Are you sure? I'm not gonna lose my job?" he shook his head answering my questions.
Nkosi :"Lay on me"
Me:"Nkosi you are a brat, you are filthy and that's so sad regarding the fact that you are a 30 year old man, you can beraly clean after yourself, I'm convinced even your maids wash your underwear, you are a man whore, who doesn't respect women. Nkosikona you are 30, you should be married by now with a wife of at least 10 years, 3 to 4 children and maybe a dog, this 'phase' you are going through, was suppose to end at 23 yet here you are lonely, filthy and busy carrying probably all the STIs on this planet"
I said all of that without blinking and taking minimal breaths and he looks flabbergasted
SHIT