press my friends, really, and she looked familiar as she told me what school she went to. That tomboy was so pretty as she offered to memorise my number. She called less than a week later to give me her phone number and there started my journey with Dreamgirl.
Pursuing her was like pursuing a white girl, because she was a few social classes above me. People may think it’s a love story, but it’s about being motivated to be a better person so that a love interest can consider you one day. I had a chance despite competition, she said on a starry Johannesburg night as I called her while at a braai that December. I said she was the brightest star in my galaxy.
Her honesty was the most memorable, like when she told me it had become inappropriate for me to call due to a new relationship. It earned me an instrumental my friend had been reluctant to give me, and I wrote and recorded a song for her; my first love song. I sent it to her school with two roses and a request to get back in touch as it was my 19th birthday. She let me call her after that. I played the field and dated sometimes, so we would lose touch for months and even years. I would remember her whenever single.
On a coffee date, she articulated a vision of mine that I’d never put into words. She said she lives for her unborn children. My work ethic came from always visualising my children proudly reading about me one day, especially if I was no longer alive.
I was over her when we appeared in the same newspaper in 2009, but I remembered my 1999 vision. Thank you, Dreamgirl.