Oscar

Oscar

I remember when I played pool with Oscar, he humiliated me; white wash, he put all his balls in before my move. I will forever remember that day, he kept on putting in his balls and looking at me with a smug face. I was helpless, there was nothing I could do. But to be fair, I can only blame myself for that day. Oscar is a good guy, it wasn’t his intention to humiliate me, he just wanted to put me in line. Before him I didn’t even know how to play pool. After school, we would go to this cool pool place and just play. Oscar taught me everything, from the rules and holding the stick for maximum efficiency. I witnessed myself getting better every time we played. He was cool about everything, his intention was not on beating me but rather on having fun. Then one day we were playing, at this time I could hold the stick and I knew my angles and I beat him. But my win was suspect, I had 2 balls left and a black ball. He still had like 4 balls left. I put in one ball and was left with 1 ball and a black ball. I put in the black ball first and then put in my last ball. He kept on saying I lost because the black ball goes in last and my response was, “what’s the use I put them all in, while wena you still have 4 balls on the table”. I told him with 2 balls left, it’s my choice which ball I put in first. That response seemed to anger him because I didn’t listen, but he didn’t lash out. To his credit, he relented and gave me my false win. Still he didn’t like my arrogance. For two weeks, all he heard was how I “dominated” him at pool. When he requested we play again, I didn’t oblige him. Even though the win was suspect, it was all I had on him. It was the case of the student beating the master and I milked that for all I could. Through clever maneuvering, patience and playing to my ego he got his rematch 3 months later. It felt like an ambush. He let me break play and what followed was a bloodbath. I had never seen him so focused. His balls just kept on going in, towards his last balls, he was dancing, laughing and having a good time. I lost my cool and left him at the pool place. He didn’t even let me put in 1 ball. At least balance was restored again, he was superior again and I never played pool with him ever again.

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Barbie

Barbie

A friend was holding a ceremony of the uniting of families, the sound of wedding bells is audible for all to hear. It was not a wedding just something before that. The two days were great I had a lot of fun. On the last day on a Sunday, I met someone I used to attend Primary School with. Her name Lehlogonolo but we just called her Barbie. It was a nickname given to her by Tumiso.

When we were in Primary school Barbie was a beast! She was absolutely great at everything! She was so artistic and creative. She had the best handwriting ever. She had imagination. She was a straight “A” student and she was beautiful – still is beautiful. I remember one day in Grade 6, I got a 98% grade on my SS (Social Sciences) examination and I was the highest in the grade. Barbie got 96%, my results were higher, I was elated, it was a Black Swan event. Normally Barbie was number 1, she had plenty of badges on her Blazer and on breaks she worked at the Library. Barbie was perfect. She was also one of the few Grade 5 students at the time to be selected for the school choir, I was also chosen. I never got badges though. It was difficult to get a badge because you had to get A’s in all the subjects! Imagine that, 80% or more in all your subjects? Nah, that’s too much work. I was always a 70% guy with a 80% there and there, just enough to go to Prize Giving (Award Ceremony) and I always went. Barbie had blue badges, silver badges and gold badges – she was really incredible. She wasn’t stuck up too, she had a great energy, great smile, she could communicate well with people, she was well-liked. She was the best.

On this great Sunday evening night, I met Barbie and she was enthused to see me so we had a great conversation. We talked for a while maybe an hour or so. I asked her about her passions and what she’s currently doing and I was so happy with her responses. She’s entrepreneurial! She told me that she loves Architecture & Interior Design. I lost my mind! Totally excited, I told her about Architectural Digest and she knew what I was talking about! She matched my enthusiasm and showed me her work. I was impressed, she was still so gifted and creative. She has great taste. I asked her about her favorite style and she said she liked the minimalistic style. I also love the less is more approach to design. She cited the Kim Kardashian house as her absolute favorite. I thought it was cute that she said Kim Kardashian’s house because that’s clearly Kanye’s house, but okay, it’s both their house and it’s a great house with a lot style and taste. I told her I want Brimstone and Marble for my house and her eyes lighted up. I want plenty of natural light too, the house has to have multiple floors, a firepit, massive bar, spacious kitchen, wonderful garden, custom made pool, studio and a cinema room is vitally important! Ebenazer Dam in Limpopo still my dream location, it’s so serene and peaceful. It’s secluded from the outside world, has wonderful natural views and nothing in this world beats that dam. I would need like a 100 million to build my dream house there. Still I am not limited, I can get multiple houses with different briefs and purposes. Me and Barbie talked and talked and talked. She even told me about her Events company but I didn’t show much enthusiasm for that. Sure you can get creative with an Events company but Architecture & Design is limitless, I like the latter vastly better, especially for her, she could change the world! Talking to her was so great, it’s wonderful to just talk about architecture, marble, chandeliers, minimalism and design with an enthusiast. I just want to learn more, now more than ever I am in love with Architecture and design. My conversation with Barbie was great.

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