Her Secret Arrangements

“You have got to be kidding me!” Anna screeches at Oswald, the head waiter at the end of the shift. That terrible family that kept pushing for a table was bad enough but now Oswald was saying that they’re not getting their bonus money for coming to work during a holiday? This was just too much. “You’re just not getting it now, they’ll pay you when they give you your salary,” Oswald explains. Anna rolls her eyes. She knows those stingy owners of the restaurant. If a customer swipes a tip instead of giving it cash or straight to the waiter’s e-wallet, you’ll never get it. It’s been three months working over here and Anna hadn’t received a single tip that hd been swiped. She’s been calculating that they must owe her over the equivalent of two hundred dollars now. Two hundred dollars that she desperately needs. Even without the swiped tips, the holiday money was promised at the end of the January first shift. Now they were giving her ridiculous excuses. “C’mon Anna, I’ll give y

Anna arrived home with her heart skipping. She wasn’t so lucky with transport on the way back and had to took the bus which dropped her off at the bus stop two kilometers from her house where she had to walk. She took a picture of herself when she had been seated at Lush and sent it to Harare Daddy. He sent back the fire emoji seven times. If sugar dating is this easy then why work at all? The main reason that Anna had been taking these crap jobs is because she had always believed that you can start from the bottom and move your way up. Even though she had been good in school, she was creatively inclined. She loved drawing much to her mother’s disappointment (although everything she did in her life was much to her mother’s disappointment). She had thought that she could work part time at restaurants or as a receptionist in order to fund her art especially since her mother had point blank refused to allow her to go to art school and ‘waste money’.There was a shop in town called MG Sta

Anna yawned. This date was so boring. First of all he was part of the big belly class of rich men. There wasn’t anything that they had in common. At least it was lunch and not dinner so she wouldn’t have to spend much money on transport.“You are very beautiful,” he says in his drawling voice. But with the way that he speaks it sounds like he’s saying ‘Yua vari butiful’. Anna smiles at him, hoping her lack of interest comes off as being shy. That works well in a country this conservative. This guy’s name is Charles apparently. She actually Googled him and found out that he is in a top position at one of the country’s parastatals meaning that he has lots of money that he is probably siphoning away from public funds through corruption. Manipulating money off of him won’t make her feel guilty because it’s a fact universally known that these guys in parastatals, government workers and politicians are all routinely stealing from public funds.“So what are you doing after this?” He asks her