With just under two weeks in South Africa when we parted ways, but I was not parting company, I was a bit forward in maintaining communication with him, and I initiated without asking our first long-distance interaction using WhatsApp on video.
If I had not planned
to spend the New Year in Cape Town, I might have done something crazy like make
an unannounced visit to Bulawayo, maybe I shouldn’t be too eager, but I knew
where my heart was heading to. Every day, we exchanged messages and nightly
calls, whilst I was not that inquisitive, I was learning a lot about him that
heightening my admiration and respect for him.
The chance meeting we
had seemed to have another touch of providence, he asked if I knew of a
computer company, a very close friend and mentor who died five years before had owned it and with that came other interesting and troubling revelations that we
hope will be resolved eventually in the estate and bequest of my friend to him
and other parties that we have assembled to work in concert.
Again, we met up
I had decided we will
meet again for Easter, the rendezvous being Johannesburg and us flying out
together to Cape Town for a longer break, all tickets were booked by the end of
January. The green shoots of love were growing fast, we seemed to have decided
we both had something going. When Valentine’s Day came, I received the most beautiful
bouquet of flowers.
How was I to know
that an issue with my schedule of work would free me to pursue a passionate
affair in late February? As good fortune would have it, he could take time off too and we met in Johannesburg for 10 nights. This thing called love is too
beautiful for words, dreams and fantasy became my new reality.
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