“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“It’s your soul mate,” Destiny replied.
With arms as soft as marshmallows
Body as warm as my grandmother’s fireplace
A soul as beautiful as the stars surrounding the moon
And a heart dipped in gold
He is my Garden of Eden
God, help me to duck and dive Eve’s footsteps!
When he knocked on the doors of my heart I let him in and poured him a half-full steamy cup of my love and soul. My life companion arrived just as I had run out of my groceries of love, faith, confidence, compassion, patience, forgiveness and gratitude. I knew he was the one when he stayed, even when I could not offer him more.
He got greedy at times, and wanted all of me. When I could not provide, I fed him an empty bowl of insecurities and fear, insecure and scared that he would go to the next better place. I perceived him as a vampire that was out to suck the love out of people. Like most men, I thought he’d leave me dry. But I soon learned that hearts don’t lie.
Every day with him reminds me how destiny found me when I had stopped chasing her. Like that one time he randomly gifted me with a signed copy of ‘Been Chasing Destiny’ written by Dr Nthabiseng Moleko.
He kissed my lips with his raw kind of love. As he sedated me with the words, “Sthandwa sam, I have a surprise for you.” The spark in his eyes as his soft cushion lips moved to the tune of his words was enough to sweep my feet away.
To him it was probably just a gift. But to me, it was a thousand meanings tattooed on my heart. It pieced together the puzzle of his intentions. Like many of the memories we share together: the good and the bad. I remember the day I opened my jar of problems to him. He looked at me and said,
“Sthandwa sam, Oprah wouldn’t have been the Oprah we know today if she didn’t go through the things she went through. So your story has a purpose to fulfill. You have a fighting spirit that reminds me of Mam’Winnie Madikizela.”
It’s strange, I thought to myself, how he compared me to the two women I draw courage and wisdom from before I even told him. Like an instinct, he always knows before I even open my lips to speak. He knows how to calm my raging seas too.
He has hands that are soft as a pillow for my delicate heart.
Yet strong enough to handle my mount Kilimanjaro of emotions.
He can navigate through my Cancerian mood swings and emotions.
He knows when I’m angry and when I’m annoyed at what and for what reason. Always ready to serve me at my feet.
A Cancer woman and a Pisces man, we are a crab and a fish swimming together in our ocean of emotions. A weird combination that seems to be working out perfectly. Flaws and all, I still choose him because Destiny never lies.