Value of My Life

Value of my Life

By J.M. Thompson

Published by smashwords

Copyright 2014 J.M. Thompson

ISBN 9781310554575

By Johny Thompson

Smashwords edition

Smashwords edition licence notes

The licence of this e-book is for your personal enjoyment only. You may not re-sell this e-book or give it to other people in whatever form. If you would like to share this e-book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this e-book and you did not purchase it, or you did not purchase it for your use only, please return it to smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Please leave a review if you may, the author will appreciate the effort of posting a review.

Chapter 1

Bye mummy

Informal settlements began mushrooming all over the country since the first freedom elections took place. These are usually located near all the major cities throughout the country. African people from most countries in the continent came into the country like a swarm of bees. Their sting was ferocious and many people became victim to their cunning ways.

However, some people fearing genocide began migrating to Europe and other countries spreading their wings. The new black government was arrogant enough to let skilled people migrate elsewhere hoping their comrades could replace skill with enthusiasm.

However faced with such responsibility, the comrades simply ignored duties indulging themselves with luxury at the expense of tax payers. They were mentally not ready to serve but they wanted others to serve them. Anyone that chose not to corrupt his or her soul resigned or turned a blind eye.

Perhaps they did not care much since mostly white people were leaving the country. The void became obvious a few years down the line when the economy began falling apart. Farmers leaving the country were welcome in other African countries.

While skilled people were migrating elsewhere unskilled people came like a swarm locusts. Most of them were genuinely seeking asylum since their own countries chose war not peace trying to enslave their own black brothers and sisters.

Leaders were becoming dictators yet claiming to be ‘democratic.’ Apparently the interpretation of democracy is viewed differently in African states. When it comes to electioneering they understand the language of democracy but once in power democracy takes another meaning excluding everyone else.

The African continent is rich in minerals yet the indigenous people are amongst the poorest in the world. Warlords and politicians are the only ones who benefit while the rest remain beggars. The government began replacing skilled labour with unskilled comrades, families and friends thus increasing their power base.

Someone came up with the term ‘gravy train’ which everyone connected with right people was seeking a chance to ride. In the process, some people became rivals starting a spate of political killings.

Their actions were not about improving people’s lives and the country as a whole but about draining the state coffers and lining their own pockets. The infrastructure is rotting away and officials were diverting funds to private accounts. Electricity supply is a major problem because of mismanagement and greed.

Ordinary people are still becoming poorer while the rich become richer. Yet the poor will always vote for the same people who keep them at the bottom rung. Is there any sense in that mind-set? If that is being loyal then something is wrong with the principle. Perhaps the minds are fractured unable to discern wrong from right.

Most of the people flooding the country came through illegal means, among them were criminally minded people seeking new unsuspecting victims. The country’s own border officials were helping people for a fee setting in the roots of corruption.

Some people could not understand why the sudden influx of strangers in their neighbourhoods. Some of these settlers were foreigners and appeared to be unfriendly, only a few of them were local people.

People living in the established townships did not appreciate the sudden influx of shack dwellers around their townships. Shack dwellers increased the element of criminal activities and the properties nearby lost market value.

People became emotionally and mentally uneasy. Some people thought of moving out of the area but did not have the means to do so. However, those that had financial means moved away to the suburbs to live within white communities, breaking down the idea of separation based on skin colour.

Stella’s family lived in an established township with proper brick housing and across the road lived countless shack dwellers. She did not have the guts to cross the road. Since her mother was running a shebeen, her patrons were mostly people from the other side of the road. Stella was familiar with most of them but she was never friendly with any of them.

Most of those people were not employable due to a number of factors. Most of them did not have proper documentation. However, those who were lucky found employment but the employers paid them next to nothing taking advantage of their plight. Somehow, these people managed to survive by whatever means possible.

Some of them started selling sweets, fat cakes, archer, and a whole range of foodstuffs. Others sold illicit drugs and cheap cigarettes. Some of the girls and women relied on prostitution for a chance to earn something. Life must go on regardless of circumstances. Some people are capable of doing anything just to survive.

The area in which they lived did not have any basic services. There was no tap water nor were there decent toilets, people were using unsafe pit toilets. People used passages as streets, which were always full of filth, and stinking water. It was as if pigs were living in that area instead of human beings. The people themselves did not bother to keep their areas clean. Perhaps they regarded themselves as visitors so they had no reason to bother themselves.

They could easily organise themselves and formulate a system through which they could improve their living standards. Every one of them expected the government to do something for them. The government did not consider their well-being as a priority because the people were expendable.

Stella and Nomsa were classmates. They were studying for their final year in high school. They would sometimes walk together to and from school. Nomsa was a little bit wild choosing to be the girl of the moment. Nothing skipped her attention. She was popular among boys dragging Stella along the path of experimentation. Stella seldom stayed out of school but Nomsa had a habit of staying out of school.

She always had an excuse for not going to school. She knew from an early age that she had a high IQ. Yet she did not care about utilising her gift, she rather concentrate on men or boys. She already had a baby whose father chose to be a delinquent.

She always passed her exams with high marks without having to study as hard as Stella did. No one tried to encourage her to consider having a career to sustain her life rather than being a housewife, which happened to be her priority. Nomsa was in many ways a lazy person.

Stella was a simple hard working girl trying to stay out of trouble. She knew what Nomsa was doing with boys, she was somehow afraid to be with any of the boys only to fall victim to one of the school teachers. She never told anyone about the incident not even her sister.

After that incident, she had become a woman having shed her virginity. She knew she was no longer the same as she was before she felt that man’s dick entering her pussy, she felt all sorts of emotions taking place in her body. Even her thinking process became different taking a leap of faith into hitherto unknown realms of life.

She was strong enough to accept that the bastard fucked her forcefully without her consent, which amounts to rape in legal terms. She chose to move on with her life rather than to become an emotional wreck. Well then a number of her schoolmates went through the same channel but some were willing.

She needed to know if the experience was different if a girl is willing to have to have sex compared to when a boy uses force. She would need a man to experience the difference; no one was available who was able to affect her emotions making her feel horny. Maybe she had unknowingly become frigid.

Nomsa would sometimes take a chance and cross the road going into the forbidden area. She would walk around alone trying to assess the living conditions of the poorer people. Too many kids of school going age showed no interest in going to school. It was possible though that the parents could not afford to pay their school fees. Maybe the parents could not afford to buy school uniforms for their kids.

Perhaps the environment was not conducive to positive thinking. She made up her mind then that she would become a social worker. She wondered if the girls and women knew anything about birth control measures.

There were more children living in squalor conditions than on the other side of the road. Most of the kids living in Stella’s area were not lacking for much. The birth rate was much slower as people realised how expensive it is to maintain kids.

Some of the people seemed to be friendly with her yet others thought she was risking her life by invading their space. Her ventures were seldom without comments from some of the boys she met on the road. She loved such moments when a boy would say something flattering to her. Some of the boys made rude remarks to her while others were complimenting her. All the remarks had sexual undertones.

Sometimes being gorgeous can be an issue for some people. Stella along with her sister never appreciated wearing anything that was not regarded as sexy. For some untold reason miniskirts or dresses were acceptable, Boniswa would always encourage Stella to wear miniskirts showing off her sexy legs.

By then her sister was living in the city of gold, known as Jo’burg having left her only child behind. When she left for Jo’burg, she had no idea how she would survive, she knew no one she could claim as a friend or relative. She relied on supernatural forces to guide and keep her safe.

Boniswa and Nomsa enjoyed boys’ attention while Stella was somewhat reserved, she was in a way a loner or an introvert while Boniswa and Nomsa were certified extroverts.

On one of her excursions, one boy actually walked up to Nomsa trying to chat with her, saying she had the sexiest legs in the area. Thanking him she walked on feeling somewhat elated. That boy began stalking her, observing her movements but she was not aware that he always followed her around. Whenever he met her, he would say something nice and she would feel valued. She began letting down her guard as she became friendly with him thinking he probably loved her.

They began meeting accidentally more often than not, he would sometimes walk with her holding her hand. One day he suggested that they go to his home. Nomsa knew what would happen once they were in his home. He seemed like a nice boy so she did not mind taking off her panty for him.

Entering the boy’s shack, she saw two boys and one girl inhaling something. They were all in their underwear. Her boyfriend introduced her to his friends. They invited her to try inhaling the drug not knowing that she was a user. Thus her friendship base expanded even so Lulama was still her best friend.

She always knew that the possibility of someone raping her was real. Therefore, she always wore protection whenever she walked out of her home. She did not think it necessary to change her dress code, wearing pants was not an option for her.

She chose her clothes according to her moods and nobody could tell her how to feel at any given time. Even modest girls like Stella were wearing miniskirts. Apparently wearing longer skirts was a crime. Some grownups were also wearing mind boggling clothes as if they were never teenagers in their lives...

She thought that none of those boys had a right to dictate to her how to dress. She did not appreciate people trying to advise her, not even her family members had the luxury to say something in the form of advice or even just a tip about life. She did not consider safety first and pleasure afterwards. She thought that she was free to do whatever she felt like doing.

She did not consider society norms as guidelines. After all, the very people claiming to be righteous were involved in dirty work shielded by the darkness of the night. She thought that people concerned themselves with other people’s matters. Yet none of them was perfect. She imagined that they too were sluts hiding behind the veil of morality, they were all hypocrites.

Already there were many instances of rape reported, but some of the victims did not even utter a word about the incidents. Some of the incidents started as mutual consent but the boy would invite his friends along and let them join the activities.

In rare instances, the girls were insatiable demanding more with two or three boys. Nomsa could use three boys all at once. Her sexual appetite was awesome. Stella was a little bit shy with boys not that she did not like having sex. However when with a boy for whom she felt something, she would become more explicit.

Some girls blamed themselves for the attacks; others blamed society for lack of morals. Others blamed the irresponsible use of alcohol and drugs by both girls and boys. Intoxicated girls were a huge problem inviting boys to do something. These substances were readily available and the authorities could not control the usage thereof.

Sadly, some of the promiscuous girls openly challenged the boys to public performances. Boys with little staying power could never participate in such contests. Girls like Nomsa would boast about their ability to entertain at least three boys at the same time. Someone would always take pictures or make videos meant for the public to see.

Even some of the young teachers, both male and female became involved in such activities but they were more discrete. These unethical teachers were having affairs with their students. Such students never failed any exam or test. Stella was one of such girls using their bodies to achieve results. She knew then how valuable her pussy was. She tried by all means to be discrete when engaging in such activities.

Nomsa was one of the students who allowed her teacher to touch her inappropriately but none of them had sex with her. She did not need any form of favour from them. Social media loved such activities with videos going viral on social media platforms. Some of the girls cried foul yet they initiated the activities if they wanted to spite the teacher or whoever else.

They did not seem to care who was watching them expose their assets. Nomsa’s friend Lulama was one of those girls who seldom wore her panty to school. She was most of the time drunk or high on some drug living in a world of illusion. Having sex on a playing field was her way of having fun.

Stella was also one of spectators whenever someone chose to entertain others. She would also become horny but never revealed how she felt. She was slowly discovering stuff about her body.

She learned then how to suppress her lust. Others would then form a circle around them and cheer them on. Why is it that girls find it amusing to show the world what they have down there? Presumably that is the only reason why men go after girls.

Obviously everyone knows that they have that thing between their legs but they still feel the need to show off. Maybe they know that boys will become interested when they see that thing. However, some decent boys might despise them and label them as sluts. Yet the same boys if given a chance would want to stick it to them.

None of them thought it was immoral to behave in that manner they were simply having fun. They said that they were not doing anything that no one else did. Every human being, crippled or otherwise, sane or not was fucking someone no one can live without having sex in whatever form. The difference was that the people were behaving as animals did. Animals do not mind to fornicate while everyone was watching; they do not have the discriminatory mind.

Human beings know what is right or wrong instinctively yet some choose to spite others by doing wrong things deliberately. Nomsa was one of those kids who went against the grain of society. Some people seem to be animals in the embodiment of human beings. Their animal brains seem to dominate the new brains. Some of them fail to apply logic in their decision making process.

Obviously, animals do not have a problem with moral issues. The moral values were sinking to low levels and no one bothered to do anything to correct the situation. The moral fibre of society was showing cracks and widening every minute.

Parents do not have any control over their children. Children do whatever they want. Parents and teachers can no longer use corporal punishment without risking arrest by the police. The situation slowly spiralled out of control.

The casual visits became a habit and Nomsa started crossing the road whenever she did not go to school. She struck a casual friendship with a few of the girls and boys living in that area. One of the girls who had become friends with Nomsa was Lulama.

Sometimes they would visit Nomsa’s boyfriend for sex with both of them. Being heavily endowed he never lacked stamina or endurance. However, Lulama fell in love with him. She could easily form a relationship with him since he was living in the same area while Nomsa was living on the other side.

They seemed to share same ideologies about life, which had nothing to do with education or a better future. Their main topic was boys and their abilities. Lulama drifted closer to Nomsa and soon they became inseparable. They both did not have steady boyfriends they had casual boyfriends who