My Random Stories

It is always hard, but I never understand the reason we love or want to be loved. As a guy I always try to imp ress the opposite sex, but always end up hurt. It's like I never learn. Meeting her seemed like a destiny. At first I avoided her like a bad plague. Something in my heart told me it was wrong, but I dived head first like a fool, hoping to break my fall on the hard concrete and survive. As usual it started off with introductions when we shared a class and she insisted I help her. For some strange reason people think am an egg head, please....I walked her to her destination and all in the well chatted and found we had a lot in common. We became friends on Face book and exchanged numbers almost on the same day. I smiled and was I felt like the King of a hill. My mind was like "Here we go again". My relationship status was always like a bad record. I meet her, there is chemistry, I am blinded by love (if not lust), I propose (to be my girlfriend of c

Back in primary, those many years ago, I was in love. For some strange reason I have never understood why I am fascinated with ladies who have a lighter shade of skin than mine (believe me I love being dark). She was pretty in every way possible. She had a kind heart and treated everyone nicely. We started school together in class one. At the moment I was not very interested because I had a good thing going on with marbles and pushing tires across the estate. However, I did recognize her kind heartedness and beautiful smile. She awed me to no end. In class three she taught me how to swim. To learn more from her I always kept by her side and at times would throw my hands just to ' accidentally ' touch her. She transferred to another school in class 5, and I was left a shell of a boy. I missed her badly and constantly kept thinking about her. I know I was in class 5 and naive, but I felt I had lost something special. I was happy when one day we went to swim and I saw h