As I walk down the dusty streets of Msiki my mind is flooded with memories of an old friend, our memories together keep replaying in my mind as if an old tape movie is being played inside my brain. My “ounce upon a time lover”, Dumisani and I were friends and lovers for seven years, we met at the age of nine at Fountainville where I used to live with my mother before she passed. When my mother passed away eight years ago I had to leave him behind and all the memories and stay with uAuntie, when I asked to visit our old house in Fountainville she always said it would awaken sad feelings so I never visited although I wanted to but I knew that if we are meant to be we would meet one day. As I reminisce on the sweet old memories I hardly hear the hooting of a car that is headed right towards me, seconds before the the car stops an adrenaline rush takes over me and whoops me out of the way. The driver gets out of the car and starts shouting at me. After thousands of apologies the driver decides to get in his car and drive away, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

“You should be careful next time” says a lady across the street. She’s the one I always buy fatcakes from, speaking of I need to buy some before I head to work. It’s my first day as an intern at Mhlaba Enterprises, I went for an interview a few weeks ago and the previous week the company called to announce that I had passed my interview. In the taxi I keep thinking about the man from earlier with the car, he looked really familiar to someone I know but I can’t seem to figure out just who he looks like maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me plus I haven’t had a good sleep in days.After I got out the taxi it took a while for me to get to the company building, I remember this route very well the first time I came here to submit my CV a couple of boys tried to steal my purse luckily the security guard from another building saw what they were up to and hurried to my rescue.

When I enter the building I see a few of familiar faces I had seen when I came for an interview. They all look relaxed and less nervous unlike me.

“Don’t worry they are just good at hiding it” says the lady next to me as if she just read my thoughts.

“I guess I should also try to shadow my nervousness” I say giggling.

“I think you should, you really look like you might explode or faint any minute soon” she says.

“Mihla” I say reaching my hand out for a handshake.

“Lola” she says shaking my hand.

After our introductions a man who looks very authoritative comes out of an office and introduces himself to us as the BOSS. I try to get a glimpse of him but can’t see him clearly, when I finally get to see him I realise he’s the man I met this morning with the car. The similarity of him to a person I could know from my past hits me again but this time it is overpowered by the embarrassment of being almost hit by the car of my boss.

“What is it sis? are you good?” says Lola after seeing my oddly behavior.

I decide to tell her everything that happened this morning and I see her giggle as I’m saying some of the things that happened. When I’m done she keeps quite for a while and speaks after what felt like decades.

“I think you should keep away from the boss for now, atleast until he forgets your face” she says.

“You’re right I should be invincible for now, I’m pretty sure he’ll have forgotten about me in a week” I say.

“Yep that’s right, now stop worrying about that and let’s go to the Intern Centre to find our cubicles before these greedy girls take all the good ones” she says walking away dragging me with her.

Just as I’m passing the boss’s office I see him doing paperwork through the dim yet visible window and when he looks up we immediately make eye contact through his window,in a matter of seconds a fire is ignited within me as if I have felt this feeling with this very person before. The things that Lola said earlier about keeping a low profile and being invincible instantly fade away, I am now captured in the eyes of this familiar being who is somehow linked to my past. Just as I am about to reminisce like a did this morning I am pulled so hard almost fall. The moment I had a few minute ago proves to me that I should try and find who this peron I call my boss really is. Maybe the person I’ve been looking for isn’t as far as I thought.