“I hope life is not a big joke because I don’t get it,” I used to say that to my friends every day, more especially to Phumy, because she was serious about life at such an early age. At times she would have pity for poor people. Some poor people abominate rich people just because they are rich, so I abominated poor people just because they are poor.

At times I would be hysterical as if I was living in a perfect world where worries don’t exist. Sometimes change is good but that was the last word on my mind. I didn’t know that change can sometimes force itself in to you.

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was amazingly gorgeous and had a sharp mind that got me only A’s at school. So change was not part of the list of things that crossed my mind. I was just telling my friends what a guy who will taste my lips should be like.

“He has to be handsome and must come from a rich family. Or he can be semi-handsome but his family must be rich or his family can be semi-rich but he must be handsome.” I would always reply when my friends were digging the truth as to why I was single when I was wanted left, right and centre.

I saw a boy standing right next to the taxi rank we were about to enter. He was in a school uniform. He was wearing a pair of very old shoes. The colour of his trouser had faded. One would swear his father wore the same trouser during his days.

But he was so handsome that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I heard one of my friends calling my name but I just couldn’t take my mind off what my eyes were telling it.

“Nondu,” I heard again that but I was very stupefied I couldn’t concentrate.

Tell us what you think: When it comes to dating what is your preference: good looks over riches or vice versa?