… this could be a blessing: there is a power outage in Alexandra, well almost of all it, which means I have 2 hrs (or so) of battery life to do something constructive, I've chose to write something instead of reading something.

Alas, I came back from Coffee Bay (Eastern Cape). As I wrote that two thoughts came to mind:

1. the Eastern Cape is rural, and I mean, rural: if you were to pick up a history book from say, 200 years ago, you will find the same thing: economically, architecturally.  Sure the society has progressed a bit, but they are still far behind.
2. I forgot the second one, sorry.

Oh, I think it was, that silly thing called love.

It is probably the first time, that I can't even tell close friends who it is that is driving me crazy, but some might have a clue, and I think that is part of what the problem with it is, nobody to share the drama and thus get a wing-man.

I've been trying to understand why I do feel this way 'bout this girl:

I have all the reasons why this love won't work than I do for it.  There is nothing there to love, but the emotion she evokes.

ain't that some said shit?

(back to coffee bay).

It is a beautiful place, absolutely, except there is that Xhosa thing that Xhosa people do when you greet them not in Xhosa

they ignore you.

I can understand some traditional reasoning for it, but when a white person greets them, they respond, which for me is worse, at the least birds of the same feather flock together, no?

(back to love)

What are the stages of love? if such a thing exists.  I suspect I am at that stage where:

… we gotta forget about her. (Lenny Williams)

(singing along)

girl you know that I love you, no matter what you do."

I agree, Lenny Williams' song is probably the saddest-beautiful soul, love song ever written, ever!

I will stop writing, before I start sounding like a bad episode of (insert-soapie-of-choice).

'till the power returns.

So, it's been a week since moving back to moms house.

Wait, I actually have nothing to say about that -- but there is this thing, that is missing, in this life of mine, but it could be because I sense a change in the clouds, or is that a tea cup.

You know that thing that fortune tellers do, with tea leaves in a tea cup --- I sense something like that.

But, there is a residual feeling/emotion lingering within my thoughts, I am not sure what it is, but I sense it --- maybe it has something to do with a girl (or the lack thereof) we are not sure.

This weekend was good, very good.  We celebrated life, fully, and we met a girl.

Something about meeting a girl is beautiful.

Yes, that's it --- it's all about a girl.