Have You Ever

  Friendships are built on honesty, trust, and sometimes, a shared vendetta. Let me take you back to a day when intuition whispered a little too loudly in my ear, and I decided to put theory into action—cautiously, cleverly, and with a dash of habanero. For months, I had suspected that my significant other had been stepping out. A hunch, a few unsettling signs, but nothing concrete. Until one fine afternoon, I stumbled upon undeniable evidence—condoms casually tucked away in the car. Now, rather than confront the situation directly, I let creativity take the reins. A plan formed. A fiery one. With surgical precision, I doctored the packets, ensuring that each unsuspecting piece of latex spent quality time marinating in habanero juice before being cleaned up and returned to its original hiding spot. Then, I waited. The morning after arrived with a frantic phone call from my best friend. “Something’s burning, and it’s not my morning coffee!” she gasped.  My significant other...

  Last summer, I found myself wrapped up in something that felt exciting—something that felt right. I had been crushing on him for a while, and when we finally started seeing each other, it was like stepping into a daydream. There was a little voice in the back of my mind, though—nagging, questioning. I knew he had been with someone else before me, and even though he reassured me that they had ended things, something inside me hesitated. Still, I silenced that doubt. I wanted to believe him. Summer passed in a blur of moments with him, fleeting but full of energy. Then he moved to Johannesburg for work. We hadn’t put a label on anything, but I thought we still had something—something unspoken but understood. I believed that whatever we had wasn’t completely over. Until one day, at work, I casually opened Instagram—and there it was. A picture of him and her. Not just together but  living together . In Sandton. In an instant, everything unraveled. The doubt I had pushed aside...