56 |8AUGUST 2019www.drum.co.za
An eye-catchi ng accessorythrea tens to destroyafriendshipandexposeintimatesecretsIf the hat fits ...TWAS 38 degrees.Thesun wasboiling
hot; sohotthateventhetrees wished
theyhadshade.
Despitethe heatIknewIhadto
meet upwithmyfriendZinzi.Ichose
mywardrobevery carefully becauseI
knewshealwaysdressed to impress.
Mynavydresswas ironed andreadyto wraparoundmyslim frame.Myblue
stilettoswere shinyandset toreceivemy
slenderfeet. Andmymatchingclutch
bagwaslyingonmybed, waitingforme
to grabit andgo.
Butsomethingwasmissing–Iremem
beredahat I’dseeninmymother’sroom
theotherday. It wasbluewithanavy
ribbon andIknewitwould seal thedeal
andmakemelookasbeautiful as abride
onaweddingcake.
Isnuckintomymom’s bedroom,openedthecupboard whereI’d last seen
thehat.Bingo!Ihadthecherryonthe
cakein myhands.
“Zinziwon’t knowwhat hit hertoday,”
Ithoughtsmugly.
WhenIarrivedat theBlueMoonhotel
lookinglikeamillionbucks,myfriend
wasalreadyseated atatablewaitingfor
me.
Iremovedmysunglassesand greeted
herwithabigsmile.Ihaveto admitshe
lookedstunningtoo,but,thankstomy
hat, thespotlight wasdefinitely onme.
“Zamo, I’mgladyou’refinally here.
Iwas abouttoleave.Whyareyoualways
so late?” sheasked.
“Well, myfriend,it doesn’ttake15
minutestolookthis good,youknow!” I
bragged.
“Yes,Ihaveto admityou do lookgreat.Butaboutthathat–youreallyshould
haveaskedmymothernicelyifyoucould
borrow it.I’msureshewouldn’t have
minded.”
“Excuseme?”Iasked,feelingabit
agitated.“Areyou jealousof myhat?”
“No,”shereplied. “A ll I’msayingismy
momwasvery upsetwhenshelostthat
hatafewweeksago.AndIhavetosay I’m
very disappointedthatmybestfriendis
theonewhostole it.”
“I don’t believethis. Areyou callingme
athief,Zinzi?”Iasked.“Thisismymom’s
hat. If youlikeitsomuch, youshouldjust
say. I’msureyoucouldborrowit.There’s
noneed tobadmouthmejustbecause I
havesomethingyou don’t.”
“What? Borrowmymother’s hat? You
must bejoking.Whatyouneedtodois
handit back tomerightnow.”