Morning came, I looked out the window to check the weather. The warmth of the sunlight crossed my face and the sound of humming bees darting through the air were a reminder of a beautiful day ahead of me. We may have been going out for some time but each time still felt like the first time, she still made me nervous. I can’t wait for our date tonight, as the thought crossed my mind I realised time had passed and I had to work and prepare for my date.

I had dressed to kill. It started during sunset, the voice of Mary singing ‘I found my everything’ embraced every corner of the car. I had never loved someone like this before. She was sitting right next to me as I was driving to Sandton for our dinner. After dinner we drove down to Houghton and parked at Oliver Street at the top where lights glowed in the midst of the dark trees at night.

“Why are we stopping here love?” she asked.

“You’ll love it, just relax.” I said as I got off the car and opened her door.

What an angel, I thought to myself as she looked up at me with a glowing smile, still holding her hand as we walked to the fence.

“Wow, Manqoba, This is beautiful,” as she said this, her eyes glittered with tears of joy.

I looked at her, she was still gazing at me. I couldn’t say anything; all the emotions were written on our faces. In the silence of the night, above us lay a blanket of glitz, the stars looking down at us and us looking up at them. I gently pulled her in, the softness of her lips against mine. My arms around her, I could feel her waist and breasts on my chest. I was spinning, standing and not breathing, but even though I was lost and confused I was still alive; so very alive.

My balls were sweating, she was definitely sleeping at my place that night. I dropped her off the next morning. After the romantic night that we had, deep down in my heart I knew that with all the twists and turns of life, I was sure of one thing, that no matter what challenge life threw our way, I knew that we would conquer it because I knew that I could never in the history of my being, love any other woman the way I did her. She was perfection, everything I needed and would ever need in a woman and more. In the afternoon, I had missed her, so I took my phone to text her and remind her that she was loved.

For hours I was hooked in the conversation, even forgot how the time had passed. I couldn’t miss the match.

“I love you sthandwa sami,” I ended our beautiful chat with an arose and a smiley emoticon. I knew how much she loved that. She had never in the history of our love sent me a text message without at least twenty of them hearts and kisses. Women mara!

As I turned on my big flat screen television that my love made me buy, my phone rang, alerting me that I was receiving a text message. I opened it.

I love you too my sweet hussie

She knew how much I loved it when she called me that and well…of course the message was followed by twenty five heart emoticons and smiling faces. It was seven o’clock. The news came up. The journalist was reporting about a serial killer in Johannesburg that was on the loose and was hunted by the police. The killer was said to be a female and had a reputation of kidnapping and slaughtering her lovers.

Aybo madoda! Goodness me! Some women are really dangerous and crazy, I thought. I was watching this, wondering about what Thando’s reactions would have been like had she been there with me. I knew that this was the reason why she hated news. The stories they showed these days are actually traumatising. As the journalist reported, I nearly fell when they showed the “alleged” serial killer.

I asked myself why the woman they showed resembled my Thando so much. Why did this woman look so much like Thando?

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