I Began missing Tembisa and its people. I missed sitting in my room alone and just think. I missed every tiny thing that reminded me of home. I missed the smell of the soil after the rain. I missed my neighbor's dog, Roxy that barks 24/7, even though I never understood its nature. There was just something fishy about Roxy. Roxy ate both meat and grass, which is something very odd to someone like me who did biology at school. I know you won't believe me when I tell you this, one day I was sweeping the yard and my eyes caught Roxy eating a cabbage, right outside the gate. Odd things are not usual. I would sometimes imagine Roxy walking with her two feet and shouting my name, or maybe going around at night robbing people. I know this sounds crazy, but that's how odd Roxy was. That was the last time I ever messed with Roxy. At the camp, I felt lost and lonely. I had nobody I could relate to or share my sob stories with. I had no one to share my high excitement with. LTN was cool and all that, but she wasn't the type of person I could sit down with and discuss my personal life. She was good as just a friend and not a close friend. Whilst busy reminiscing, my alarm rang and it was six in the morning. I killed off the alarm and left my bed. My mother taught me that a lady never sleeps until sunrise, so I applied this rule everywhere. I did my bed and woke LTN for jogging. We had agreed the previous night that we would go jogging in the morning. She hesitantly got up, got dressed and we went for a jog.
Jogging was a way of keeping my assets (body) in shape and in good form. I had a beautiful body, although it was not as beautiful as Miss Phongolo's, but I was getting there. I am pretty sure many boys wished they could sleep with me but they could only do that in their minds. I always kept away from sex, judging from the damage I was seeing from the girls at my hood who constantly slept around, they didn't look good. They looked tired and finished. I respected my body enough to know when I should start humping and my age wasn't the right age. My initial plan was to get married first before I could start engaging in sexual intimacy. My whole life I only had four boyfriends, including Luyanda. My first boyfriend was Isaac, a fool who believed everything was about him. Isaac was an egocentric bastard who never understood the importance of giving another person a chance to speak. Every time I was with him, I felt like I was at a funeral job interview. I still don't know how he became my boyfriend in the first place. We never clicked at all. My second boyfriend was a boy called Christopher. He and Luyanda shared similar characteristics, except that Christopher was a captain of our rugby team at school. He was a boy every girl in my school envied to have. He was muscular and with a deep voice. Every time he spoke, his voice echoed a sweet sound in my ears. It was like a wind that washes away dry leaf's and gives life to new leaves. Every time we were together, I'd watch him speak and picture our future together and how our kids would look like. I imagined our two boys sharing his resemblance, and well-built too, but as we all know that good things also comes to an end, we broke up because he was a cheater. He thought, just because girls threw themselves at him, he should hump them. "I can't be loyal to a girl who can't quench my thirst," he'd say every time I asked him why he's cheating. Not humping with him was the main reason we broke up, but I'm glad we ended things before I made a mistake of changing my mind. Then came my then-now boyfriend, Luyanda. I met him through my classmate. Luyanda had a friend in my class, Mpho, he visited him every day during lunch and that's how we began speaking. I can't be sure if he came there for his friend, or to see me. That's how boys are. They will do anything to get your attention, even if it means going to church every Sunday. Luyanda and I started engaging more together until one day he decided to woo me. I remember it was after school when he asked to walk me home for the first time, I agreed because he was good looking and he was funny, too. I had developed a thing for him way before he even wooed me. After school, we walked together to my home and that's the day he proposed a relationship. It took me a full half month before I accepted his proposal, even though I knew I wanted to be with him, but I needed to see his seriousness first. Some boys will propose to you, not because they love you, but because they heard rumors that you are an easy target or you're hard to get. Boys mostly do this to prove to their friends that they can get any girl they want, no matter how difficult she thinks she is so, you can't blame me for giving Luyanda a hard time. I thought he was one of those boys who break girls' hearts and leave them, but he wasn't, so I assumed. He really cared for me. He made few mistakes that led to our first break up, but I forgave him and we got back together. He continued to make more mistakes like every normal human being in the world and I continued to forgive him. I got back together with him because he was the only boy in the world who understood my mood swings. He knew how to soften me up. He knew how to cheer me up. He knew what he needed to say to cheer me. Whilst still jogging with Lucia and having thoughts to myself, I remembered to call him. I stopped jogging and dialed his numbers while LTN waited for me few meters away. The phone rang four times and it was answered on the fifth ring. "Hello, baby," he answered in his sleepy sexy voice, "How are you?" "I'm good, love and how are you?" "I'm good. Why are you up in this hour? Shouldn't you be sleeping after a long trip?" "Can't a lady call her man when she misses him?" I said blushing. "Of course she can. I miss you too, baby, lots. What are you up to?" "Nothing much, I'm just road jogging." "Hm, I wonder who is it you're trying to impress there when I'm here," he said and we both laughed, "I'll kill anyone that sets eyes on you. You're my diamond in the sky, the gold in the ground, my water in the ocean, my ride or die, my flower in the garden," and I was blushing through his sweet words. "Careful where you wander baby, I don't want to read in newspapers that my girlfriend was eaten by a lion whilst jogging," he said laughing and I joined him. "There's no danger here, love, and besides, I'm with LTN, we jogging together," I said looking at her from ten meters distance, warming up. "Say what! You and Lucia?" he laughed, "Who would've thought you and Lucia would be buddies," he continued to laugh. "Who said we're buddies. Stop it," we both giggled, "Anyways, how you keeping that side?" "Besides missing you, nothing more," he answered. "You must be bored without me," I said with a smile. "Ah, never, I am not bored at all, instead, I am grateful you are away because now I don't have to worry about someone who gives me headache every now and then," we both laughed. "You speak as if I cannot do it from here," I said. "It would be better than facing you. I won't feel it." "Thank your ancestors I don't have enough airtime or else I was gonna deal with you severely." "They probably don't want their grandson mocked, that's why," he laughed and stopped. "On a serious note, I miss you honey. I wish you were here with me. I would do you things," I said playful. "Hmm. What things?" "You know what I speak of," I laughed a little and he burst out with a laugh knowing I was cold in romance. God can never give you everything. He gave me beauty and subtracted the romantic side. Now that I think about it, I don't know what I do when I am with Luyanda. What we talk about for hours? Where our conversation leads. What do normal couple have for conversation? Do they speak about them or anything else?
