Katlego Prudence Sekwati

10/02/2025

One thing about me is that I am someone who has a big mouth with a lazy body... I run if I have to fight
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10/02/2025

**How a Man Almost Bulaled (Killed) Me After Searching My Phone**

Alright, I’ll share this with you, so please stop nagging. It's not like I won't tell you at the end of the day; you know I'm not great at keeping secrets.

If I remember correctly, my friend and I were at the National Library in Pretoria. We were tired and starving after finishing our reading. Since we only had enough money for a Kota, I decided to call my boyfriend to get us lunch. Fortunately, he was in town running errands and told us to meet him at his friend's internet café.

Without wasting any time, we headed to the location. Upon arrival, he handed us some money so we could go get McDonald's meals on Pretorius Street in Pretoria Central. We didn’t hesitate at all when we were about to leave the internet café; he called me and asked if he could borrow my phone because he needed to use it.

I’m such a foodie, and I'm always excited when it's time to eat or get food. I handed my phone over without thinking twice. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to delete my messages or clean it up before giving it to him. After that, we left. While we were in the store, I remembered the deep conversations I’d had with my high school friend.

I don’t want to lie; I really dug my own grave. I kept it cool because I thought he would respect my privacy as much as I respected other people's privacy, and I convinced myself he wouldn’t search my phone.

After we finished eating, we returned to the café. When we got there, my boyfriend looked extremely angry—his face was as big as the ocean. As soon as I stepped inside, he pointed at me with his middle finger and shouted, "You! Come here. You don’t respect me!" He was making a lot of noise, drawing everyone's attention. He was holding my phone.

I didn't step forward and instead asked what was wrong since he was speaking to me in such a disrespectful manner.

The moment he said, "What is this I’m seeing on your phone? You’re cheating on me! Worse yet, you’re inviting all your friends to help you do it better," he stepped closer to where I was standing. I took three steps back, grabbed my bag and my friend's backpack, and whispered to my friend, "Chomi, things are about to go down. Let's run!"

Ijoo, you don’t want to know. We ran until Du Toit Street to catch a taxi... We ran faster than a Gautrain.

He took my phone to his place and never returned it. As for me, I no longer wanted the phone.

Guys, mjolo is not for the faint of heart... Ge o sena pelo wa swa kwa 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

10/02/2025

How a Zulu Girl From E-Makhaya Almost Muured Me For Communicating With Her Baby Daddy😂😂

This picture was taken in 2018 after I was almost muured for communicating with a Zulu guy from my class.

What happened is that I was from the library when two hard-core ladies (it was pretty clear that they can uplift heavy stones) ask me to wait for them as they wanted to ask me something, me being me I waited curiously as I only saw them in class before I switched to evening classes.

In my head, I thought they needed to ask me something, kante Nie, they came to warn me to stay away from one's baby daddy.

"Yeeehhhh life abiii" in Nigerian accent

"Sisi, hlukana nomuntu wami (Sister, stay away from my man)," she said, while grabbing me with my 20-inch Brazilian hair.

"What are you saying?" I asked, and she responded,"ungangiphenduli nge silisa (dont answer me with English)" and continued saying,"ngiphendule ngolimi lwami, angiluqondi ulimi lwakho (answer me with my language, i dont understand your language)"

Since I was not given a chance to speak because I couldn't understand their language, I left them standing there, feeling angry and mad.

I know people from E-makhaya KZN will come for me with all the animals in their kraal after saying this "You guys don't want to compromise even though you can hear that a person don't understand your language instead of switching to English for a better communication you continue Rapping with your language, abiie please give us a break.

I texted the guy to keep his distance from me since we were classmates and communicated frequently. That's when he explained that he was actually seeing a girl with whom he had a child, but they were no longer together. He mentioned that the girl was bitter and tended to go after any girl he got close to.

I decided to let it go because I didn’t want to appear as though I was fighting over the guy. But, I felt I should have reacted more aggressively.

But yey, sometimes, you just have to stay calm and act like you're stupid, and you don’t know what’s going on, even when you do—especially when you feel exposed to danger.

The baby mama and I were staying in the same residence. On the day this picture was taken, I found her in the bathroom brushing her teeth alone. Her friend wasn't there, so it was just the two of us. I waited for her to finish while I was busy combing my hair. When she noticed it was me, she took her time, and although I wasn't in a hurry, I felt like she was wasting my time as I needed to be somewhere. I tapped her on the shoulder and handed her my comb to help me fix my hair.

I asked her, "Why did you act like that? Did you really think it was a good idea to bully me with your friend?" She didn’t respond and kept combing my hair. It felt as if water had been poured over her. I looked at her through the mirror and urged her to look at me as I spoke. I was in charge since she also had the chance to boss me around.

I wanted to give her two hot slaps, but I didn't want to pay revenge. I didn't want to do something harmful to her in response to what she had done to me cause i don't believe in "paying evil for evil deeds"

I tried to show her the danger of what she wanted to do. I warned her that one day she might harm someone and end up in jail, fighting for a person who sees dating her as a mistake—someone who isn't even proud to be the father of her child.

Life has a way of humbling us. What I mean is that I wish women could handle these kinds of issues more thoughtfully. The animosity we have for each other over a man is something we really need to address and fix.

The hate we have for each other is huge and disgusting. Instead of fixing each other’s crown, we are fighting each other.

Let's stop fighting and support each other.....

As for my Zulu people, i still want to learn your language to prevent others from bullying me.

09/02/2025

09/02/2025

My Father, My Baby Daddy!!!!

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I became scared of what might happen if I were to get pregnant by a married man. My mom would never forgive me.

That night, I slept peacefully, and in the morning, I heard my mom singing her favorite gospel song in the dining room. When I joined her, I saw her sorting out plates and her favorite glasses, which she usually reserved for guests. Curiously, I asked, “Mom, do we have visitors?”

She laughed and told me the glasses were for me since I was leaving. I deserved them because I respected her. I laughed and felt happy.

When I got to my room, she had packed my clothes and even picked out what I would wear. I had no objections and felt glad that she had made peace with the fact that I was moving on.

I went to take a bath, and when I was done, she had loaded everything into the car, and we left. She insisted on driving me to town, as I had wanted my man to take me, but my mom wanted to know where I would be staying, and I understood her concern.

When we arrived in town, I spotted my man’s car, and I noticed he was with another woman. I quickly hid by pulling my seat down. I was scared and wanted to disappear.

As we passed by their car, I heard my mom say, “Not you again! God, why do you like testing me?” I pulled my seat back up and asked her what was wrong. She replied that it was nothing, but I could see something was bothering her. What I worried about most was that she was worried about me moving out and staying alone.

She drove straight to my place even though we had agreed to grab something to eat first. I could see that she was angry, but I didn’t ask any questions.

When we arrived at my place, she nearly fainted when she saw my expensive furniture. She gasped and asked where I got the money for such costly items. I explained that I had been saving and that my boyfriend had helped me.

“You can’t rely on a man. You need to work for your own things. People change. What will happen if he comes here to take his stuff? I didn’t raise you to date a man for his money,” she said.

I didn’t respond, as I could tell she wasn’t herself, even though she was trying to act normally.

After putting my things inside, we went to my favorite restaurant to eat. I wasn’t feeling great because I had just seen my man with his wife. I felt jealous and wanted to text him, but I decided to let it go.

We ate and then drove back to my apartment. My mom dropped me off, repeatedly reminding me to lock the doors and to call her if I ever felt unsafe. I laughed and waved goodbye as she drove away.

As I watched her car disappear, my boyfriend called to let me know he was on his way to see me. I told him I was still at home and then turned off my phone because I was angry with him.

I knew I had agreed to be his side chick, but the thought of him being with someone else was making me feel sick. I switched on my phone, put it on silent, and then went to sleep. In the morning, I was awakened by his phone call. I answered, and he told me to get ready because he was taking me to work.

That man was deeply attached to me, just as I was to him. He never spent a day without seeing me. Even when he had meetings out of town, he would lie to his wife, saying he would spend the night there, but instead, he would come to my place to sleep.

We had intimate moments without using protection several times, and I was relieved that I wasn’t getting pregnant. He spoiled me completely, sending gifts to my workplace and taking me out during my lunch breaks.

He took me sky dining and diving, and we went on vacations every weekend. My mom even complained that I was no longer visiting her. My man kept me so busy that all I could see and think about was him.

To be continued…….

08/02/2025

You know, when I’m emotional, I tend to recall a lot of things. I remember that night in June, or maybe it was July of last of last year. I received a call in the middle of the night on an early Sunday. Normally, I slept with my phone on silent to avoid disturbances, but that night, I dozed off without switching it off or putting it on silent.

When I answered the phone, I was shattered to hear a man crying. He was on the verge of committing su***de. This was a married man, someone with money, yet he was ready to let go of everything and end his life. At that moment, I was completely clueless about what was happening. I had to sit down and begged him to talk to me, to share what was troubling him to the point of wanting to take his own life. I listened attentively, tears flowing down my face, but I had to be strong and pretend to be composed since I was dealing with someone who wasn’t thinking clearly.

I begged him, I begged him, I begged him. I had never begged anyone like that in my entire life.

Have you ever been in a situation where you try to talk to someone, and they respond by saying, "It's better to die than to suffer like this. I'd rather die because I don't think I can handle this pain"

I was shattered and at a loss for words, but I had to remain strong. I talked to him, and I had to go all out to offer any comforting words I could think of. I even prayed for him.

This experience still hurts me, but I am grateful that I was able to save a life. 💔

08/02/2025

Dear God,

Modimo wa go se fele pelo, I may lack the strength to pray at times, but I know and believe you see through my troubled heart. Give me the strength to keep fighting and not give up. May blessings and your everlasting love fill my life. May you keep fighting my battles, which are weighing me down.

Amen🕯🙏❤️

08/02/2025

Re tshephile wena fela, Le ge go kaba thata gwa thatafala ❤️🕯🙏

08/02/2025

I want to give a huge shout-out to my top Stars senders. Thank you for all the support!

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08/02/2025

Normalize going out there to enjoy yourself. We only live once.

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08/02/2025

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07/02/2025

My Father, My Baby Daddy!!!

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When my mom got to her room, we chatted for a little while, but she soon dozed off while we were still talking.

I then went outside to speak with Sister Bettina. I wanted to inform her about things that she couldn’t chew and digest.

I stood by the door and called her name, deliberately leaving out the word “Sister.” I told her to stay out of my business and to focus on her child, who was also involved with a married man. The worst part was that this man and his wife argued about her. She had ruined someone’s marriage.

She laughed at me as if I was talking nonsense, and she said, “ Not my child, but let me tell you about married men. They will never leave their families to be with you, and lastly, you will get pregnant and face the consequences alone. You can act as if you’re holy and clever. You can fool your mom but not me. I will remind you when the day comes. I’m watching you.”

She even used her hands to signal that she was watching me. I didn’t care. I told her to leave us alone and never return to my home.

She didn’t say anything but walked away. She was still talking but I couldn’t hear her since she was not loud. She walked while turning around more often to look at me. Every time she looked at me I would sign for her with my hand to leave.

I followed her and closed the gate. Then, I opened the gate and shouted, “Don’t ever come back here. We don’t need you. My mom doesn’t need you, and she is better off without you as a friend.” After that, I closed the gate and went Inside the house to prepare a meal for my mom.

I felt much better after talking to Sister Bettina. It felt like the burden that had been weighing me down had lifted. I felt at home again. I felt safe and was happy to finally be home, but I was worried about telling my mom that I planned to stay in town the next day. How was I going to do that, knowing she was still hurting?

I needed to come up with a plan to tell her without hurting her feelings. I hated seeing her in that state.

After cooking, I went to my room to have a video call with my man. I missed him and wished he could come to see me, but he was busy managing his several businesses.

I spent the day in my room until my mom called me to help her with dinner. While she was eating, I shared my plan to stay in town, close to my workplace. She understood, but I could see the pain in her eyes, even though I made countless promises that I would come and visit her.

We didn’t sleep that night. It reminded me of the day we were waiting for my matric results. I found myself yawning, but I didn’t sleep at all. Even my supportive mom stayed awake, and after receiving an SMS that I had passed, we continued talking and dancing to celebrate my success. My mom and I created the greatest memories together—memories that I will always cherish and hold close to my heart.

We agreed that we could go to our rooms and sleep. She asked me to sleep with her since I was leaving the following day. It felt as if I were going to die. I agreed, but told her that I would join her after finishing the movie we were watching.

“Yes, it’s true, I’m seeing someone,” I admitted as she slowly walked to her room. She turned around and looked at me with her big eyes.

“But he’s not an old man like they say. He’s young and fortunate, having become rich at a young age. He owns several businesses,” I continued.

She came back and sat next to me. She told me that I should have told her sooner because Sister Bettina had lied to her. She advised me to use protection and not to get pregnant out of wedlock, saying that I shouldn’t end up like her.

I took her hand and assured her that I would never disappoint her. She believed me and then went to her room.

I was not happy because I had lied to my mom. The worst part was that I had engaged in unprotected intimacy. I felt guilty for lying to my mom and for being intimate with my boyfriend without protection.

I felt a wave of regret for being so careless. Sleeping with him without protection hadn’t seemed like a problem while we were still together, but after my mom mentioned the risks, I started to worry.

I went to the kitchen and drank two tablespoons of vinegar. My friends had told me that vinegar was a good preventative measure, as they preferred it over needles, which they believed would cause weight gain. I trusted their advice and took the vinegar, praying to God that it would work.

I became scared of what might happen if I got pregnant for a married man. My mom would never forgive me. I drank another two spoons, I left slightly dizzy then went to my mom’s room and slept.

To be continued….

07/02/2025

I have recently discovered that I am quite camera shy, especially when it comes to video recording.......Ndi heart broken sana
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07/02/2025

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07/02/2025

My Father, My Baby Daddy!!!!

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After we finished, I took a bath. I asked him to take me home, but first, I needed his help in finding a place to rent. I was tired of constantly traveling, but honestly, I also wanted to be close to him since he was living in town.

We went out, checking door to door for available flats. We found a place that was a bit expensive, but he reassured me not to worry, as he would cover the costs. He paid for three full months in advance, and then we went shopping for furniture and other essentials that I would need.

I made this decision because I wanted to be independent. I wanted to learn how to handle things on my own and experience living away from my mother. After being under her care for so long, I felt it was finally time to spread my wings.

After we finished arranging my new place, I asked my partner to drop me off where he picked me up the previous day, and then I walked home.

As I approached my house, I saw a police vehicle and quickly turned around to go to my friend’s home. I was scared to go home because I knew the police had been called about me. I was afraid they would beat me since my mom had mentioned that I had disobeyed her. This was the first time I had behaved that way.

Sister Bettina is ruining my relationship with my mom. My mom and I used to have a close mother-daughter bond, but ever since Sister Goody Shoes started acting like my father, we no longer get along. There is no peace in our household anymore.

I waited at my friend’s house for the police vehicle to leave so that I could go home and see my mom. I missed her a lot. My whole life, I have been with my mom—from primary school, through secondary school, and even in university. I traveled to school every day, but I never visited anywhere else; I was always with her. My mom played the role of both father and mother since my dad passed away.

My mom told me that my dad died when I was still in the foundation phase of school. I remember he used to come to my school and wait for me at the gate. He would give me money and told me not to tell my mom. Although I didn’t know him well, I still remember him giving me money and hugging me every day after school.

He came to see me every day until I eventually told my mom that I had been seeing my dad. After that, I never saw him again. According to my mom, he got sick and died, and he was cremated. If it weren’t for that, I would have visited his grave to talk to him, telling him how much I wished I could have grown up in front of him and my mom.

Maybe I wouldn’t be dating the man I am now; I think I was doing that because I longed for a father’s love. God never gave me the chance to bond with my dad.

They say “being raised by a single parent is difficult”, but my mom gave me everything I wanted. I am grateful that she raised me well, even without the presence of a father. She did everything she could to ensure that I was well-fed and took me to private schools.

I was okay with everything until I started missing my dad. “The man I’m dating now has figures similar to my dad, which is why I’m loving him so much. He reminds me of my father,” I thought to myself, feeling a blush rise as I reflected on him. I never thought I would ever be loved by a man like this in my life, especially since I never experienced a father’s love.

Losing my dad had always been a wound in my life, but ever since I met his lookalike, I’ve made peace with the fact that I won’t see him again.

I apologize for getting carried away. We all know there’s nothing more painful than losing a parent.

As I walked home, I arrived to find my mom crying her heart out. She was in a terrible state; her eyes showed that she hadn’t slept at all. When I got there, her friend sister, Bettina, saw me first and exclaimed, “Finally! Thank God! Keep quiet, my friend; she is here. I told you that her sugar would keep her safe.”

I went straight to my mom and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry, Mama. It won’t happen again. I promise I will never stress you out like that again. You won’t go to bed again with a broken heart because of me.”

She looked at me and cried deeply. Her tears affected me, and I started crying too while still holding her close. “I thought I would never see you again. I never imagined my life without you. I felt dead inside. You’ve hurt me so much.

“I know I can shout at you all day, but losing you is something I don’t want to experience. Please go inside and try to rest; I know you haven’t slept enough,” she said while kissing me.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’ve slept enough. I think you’re the one who needs to rest. Looking at your eyes, I can see that you haven’t slept well. Go and try to sleep. I will prepare your delicious meal,” I replied, but Sister Bettina interrupted me.

“Yeah, it’s true you’ve slept enough since you were sleeping with that old man. The one you’re dating. Do you realize what you’ve caused? You almost gave your mom a heart attack. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I didn’t respond to her. Instead, I helped my mom stand up so she could go to her room and rest. As for Sister Bettina, I would deal with her after my mom was settled.

To be continued….

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07/02/2025

This is the body I desperately want to loose....Ijoo guys I can't even wear a swim wear in peace.

Never mind the camera quality he took off without getting me an Iphone🤭😍🔥😂😂

07/02/2025

You know it's not really a bad thing to be single since you can admire and post anything you want to but with you with a takateking relationship you can't do anything ke gore your breathing through the wounds....Being Single is not bad guys😂😂