CONNECTION

December 2014, I was 21
years of age. After a hard life at college
trying to persue my career of being a
mechanical engineer, my father phoned and
said "My son, I want you to come to Jo'burg
to do a drivers licence while looking for a
job!" I said "yes Sir!". February I arived in
Jo'burg, a different city from which i came
from. Imidiately, I started to do what I came
for. Then I met Patric one of my father's
colligues and a friend, and he invited me to
his room inside his land lord's yard, and
that's where I began to pick flys of my own
eyes. It was a thursday after noon, that was
the first i saw her. I was sitting on Patric's
bed, myself facing at the door and the door
was opened a crack. The sound of a soccer
ball that was kicked hard against the wall,
drew my attention to just look outside. It
was just a moment than i saw this beautiful,
natural, african lady walking on a passage
aproaching the kitchen door at the main
house, wearing her soccer kits.And I asked
Patric (with whispering voice) "ey, who is
that?" Patric said "it's my land lord's
daughter, she plays soccer!" I ask again "is
she straight?" Patric laughs and replied "go
and ask her perhaps you might get the best
answer!" at that moment my eyes captured
a perfect picture of her as she turns to enter
the kitchen door while chatting and playing
with a baby! The last question I asked was
"How old is she?" Patric turned to me with a
smile on his face and said "ay, My Boy. It's
seems as if you are going leave this room
permanently and never come back again
cause, you're seem to have a problem with
my land lord's daughter!" and I said
"No..no..no sir, you don't get the point, i just
need a team to coach during my spare
time!" Patric knew about my history in
sport, so He easily believed and understood
me, and than he said "you must ask her!" it
was late around 20:00 and then i told Patric
that it late now let me just go into my room
to rest.We went out the gate, when we at
the street, Patric turned back to his room
and i went straight to mine with a song in
my heart though i was singing in broken
hyms! Nights and days passed by, not
seeing her or even bump into her at the
shop, no chance! But her picture keeps on
displaying on my retinas, while her voice
keep sounding softly on my ear drums, it
was like a romantic poetry on my mind!
Those were the hardest days in my life of
sleepless nights. Sunday Morning, Patric
came into my room and then we went to
shops to do some grocery for a week. When
we were at the Mall, Golden Walk Mall. On
our way to Shoprite, right at the entrance, I
saw her exiting. I tapped Patric on his
shoulder, and i said "look, who is that?" he
smiled and called her, she blushed and
turned back to us. "where are you going?"
Patric asked, "i'm looking for my Mom, i
don't see them inside!" she replied.Then I
asked "Why don't you phone them or they
got tracking device and you got the
system?" she blushed and her eyes fell on
the floor. Unfortunatly I didn't have airtime
on my phone, so I asked Patric to lend her
his phone so that she can make a phone call
to her Mom. She phones, fortunately her
Mom was inside the shop on a long quie. We
went in together, and the Shop was packed.
On that moment my eyes was fixed to hers
while she's blushing, and when she lifts up
her face, blinks and looks at me, i blush too.
It was fun, funny and hurting at the same
time cause, i'v never get a chance to sit
down and talk to her. She Went to her Mom,
i picked a trolley, and i asked Patric "Where
do we start?" "Boy you are failing to fake it,
you can't hold yourself!"(smiling) he replied.
I asked him "Sorry what's that?
Wh..wha..what are you talking about?" as i
turned to him and give him that innocent
look. "Boy, i'm a grown up, i'v walked
passed to that path too!" said patric. We
then did our shoping and we went back to
township where we were currently reside
at. Days went on and on, passing by. I was a
little bit happy because atleast we had a
convesation, even though it wasn't based
on love but i was still happy. After two
weeks or so , i went to visit Patric in his
room hoping that perhaps incident may
happen, atleast to see her face. Then i went
there with lot of thoughts and convesation
in my mind. when i arived at gate , i saw
Patric inside the yard, busy washing the
Mini Bus since it was a Sunday. Patric was a
Driver at Eskom, Driving a mini bus that
transports Eskom employees. I entered, then
i jumped into the Bus front seat, and I
opened the radio to listen to Metro Fm since
it was a sunny sunday. Suddenly the radio
Volume from the main house was raised to
Max. When i turned on the other side, i saw
kids in the street making noise and dancing
to the song. And here comes the Lady, from
the main house to the street. She joined the
little ones and together they dance. Then I
asked Pat, "is she a dancer?"
"Yeah She dances
too, Actually she is teaching these kids a
routen!" Pat Replied, and then I said "Wow!"
I was atracted to her moves, the way she
moved and shaked her body, I was like "My
God!, She is amazing!". After they were
done with their reharsal, Her and her Niece
went back to the house. From a side mirror
of the Bus, i was looking at her untill she
appears and came pass by the window. My
heart was filled with love and my mind was
full of lust! And I said to myself "if this is not
a temptation, probably i'm dreaming!", She
passed and her back was laid on a
windscreen of the Bus, my eyes were
strictly attached. Pat laughed and said "Yah
Boooooy!" and I was like "it's aint funny
Bro!", then He said "Then talk to her, why
you wanna remain silent while you're
dieing inside? You wanna die in there like a
sock in a shoe?" I didn't answer, i remained
silent like a rock in a river when a lonely
man hopes for a single word! After
sometime i said to Pat "this song is nice, i
like it!" as the Lady was keep repeating the
routine song inside the house. Then the
radio was turned off inside the house, and
the beautiful Lady came out with her friend,
came to pass by the Bus. And then Pat,
stoped them. "Hello, can you please send
that song to me I realy liked it?" said Pat, I
was so pissed cause it seems as if now he is
trying to talk on my behalf as if i'm scared,
plus he is minimizing my chances cause if i
would've ask for it by myself, perhaps.........
Then the Lady replied "Ok.", "Eh Baba, switch
on your phones bluetooth, please send it to
him dear i'll take it from him?" said Pat. I
switched on my Bluetooth, she sent the
song and they went outside the gate. My
mind was freezing and so my was bleeding,
this Lady was Perfect in and out. When they
came back with friends afternoon, they
started another rehersal, music rehersal.
And I was like "Ow God, please Let it be!". It
was late, then i told Pat that i'm leaving
now, goodnight. He said "lets go, i wanna
make sure that you're safe!" we went out,
on the street he turned back and i went to
my room. Monday evening, i went to Pat's
room for a visit and when i get there, i
greeted Pat, we had a little convesation
about how the day was. Suddenly There
was at door, the Lady came drop her C.V so
that Pat will drop it off at work. After she's
gone, Pat said, "Boy, here everything is
there!" and i said, "no...no...no thanks, i'll do
that by myself!" then i went back to my
room. Thursday afternoon at Pat's room, i
asked him to call the Lady. He did, and the
Lady was here. And then i said "Hi, would
you kindly please jump into my track with
your beautiful voice?", she said "aaah is it
your beat?" i said "yeah", she said "ok let's
listen to it first." i played it on my phone
and then she pluged earphones and she
listened, "it's cool, i'll try something send the
beat!" said the Lady, i did so, then i went to
my room happy! Days gone by and then
sunday noon, i visited Pat as ussual. And
then i asked Pat to her, he did on Whatsapp.
She came over with a diary and her phone
ofcourse. She greeted us, and i asked her to
sing for me. She was shy and blushing, she
left a diary and a pen "i'll be back
now...now..." she said. She gone and never
came back. I went back to my room heart
broken and dissapointed.

Author's Note

Please ignore spelling and gramma