My birthday finally came and
my friends tried to make it the best day of my life. I heard a loud knock on my
bedroom door at 12am and I was very irritated. I was living my life large in
that dream and that piercing knock was taking away my cool. It was Odette, with
a big chocolate cake in her hands, her and Nomonde singing the classic
"Happy birthday" song with smiles on their faces that I wouldn't
trade for anything. I was humbled, moved to tears, I haven't smiled like that
in a long while. Have been hit hard by life that I thought my day would not be
any different of a day. I was spoilt rotten throughout the day, sadness
consumed me a little when alone but they were there, knowing exactly that my
world has recently been disrupted, they stood there dressed in smiles as if it
were their favourite garment, faces overflowing with patience, voices a loud as
a lion roar, singing happy tunes, bodies flowing like water as they danced to
the music they played. Like a child they treated me, from the cleaning of my
place, packing away of my clothes which are always all over the floor, making
of my bed, doing my hair and the dinner, Lord they even helped me bath and
dressed me just like a baby. Everything was perfect, I couldn’t change it in
any way, I may not have spent it with all the people that I love but it was a
perfect day. I felt happy and that feeling I haven’t felt in a long while. I
truly am blessed and it is in such times that true friends will manifest
themselves. Oh but I love those women.