##KhotsoLePalesa
KHOTSO LE PALESA
Palesa Mokoena has a system for men who slide into her inbox, and the system is delete. Twenty-eight, a pharmacist in Maseru, her father's pride and her mother's whole heart — she has a life that balances, and she intends to keep it that way. Then Facebook suggests a stranger. One mutual friend. A safety officer on a Rustenburg mine who opens with a joke instead of "hey beautiful," who asks what she smells like and then apologises for asking, who sends petrol money with EMERGENCIES in the reference line like it's 1998 and love is still posted across borders. Ladies, she did what any of us would do. She told her mother it was a workshop. She packed the burgundy lace "in case of taxis." She crossed the border at dawn. The date is perfect. The night is better — the kind of night that has rounds, neh? But there's a watch on his nightstand with a story he won't tell, a mutual friend she never once tapped, and a word he buries in her neck at 3am that sounds, if she'd been listening, exactly like forgive me. By morning light, everything in that flat has a second meaning. Some men come into your life through an algorithm. The question is — who was driving it?
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