I can actually see the smouldering rays of the blazing sun’s rays bouncing off his fully tanned and defined bare back as he bends over the flower bed. One can hardly see his face under the wide brimmed khaki sun hat, but also cant help noticing his rather prominent jawline which gives a promise of a rather handsome face. No denying that the proverbial cute-o-meter is soaring high here,,,,,, .
We all at some point in our lives have been touched by greatness, a great story of hard work and determination transforming an ordinary underdog to a huge top dog. I know I have. The way i’d have carried on, for days on end if I had known David back in the day when he slayed a giant dude with a pebble .Infact i am a sucker for such success stories even fictional ones. So touched I feel that on numerous occasions I have retorted that I want be a part of such greatness and have gone as far as praying to be a part of such a story even though it might not be my own success. I want to be settling down to watch the news and be able to say , “hey , still remember that kid who used to sell fruit by the station I always told you about , well that’s him right there , omg he is now a farm owner” I want to touch someone’s life so much that they always remember a lesson learnt from me. A smile to a stranger on one of their crappiest days , just don’t smile for too long at one person or you’ll end looking creepy. Helping someone who is short on taxi fare, people remember such gestures .
Brings me back to this young fine male I described earlier, yes the cute one. In a neighbourhood where you barely see black folk unless they are working in someone’s garden, Jaco, a white male, is earning his money doing gardens. Working hard. He is working and saving towards a tertiary education .A guy as good looking as he is could easily make more money being a dancer , like magic Mike. No one can argue with the nobility of some good old hard work. This got me thinking . Perhaps my prayers had been answered after all. A chance to be a part of someone’s success story. I once read somewhere that people will forget what you say but they will not forget how you make them feel. This is so true , I will not forget how I felt when my high school crush said I was so pretty.So from then I have began smiling a lot more and engaging in pleasantries so as to encourage him, Jaco I mean. Yes, and bringing him water, which is actually more for my pleasure than his.