I know that's not the best way to start a diary but I thought I'd start from the middle so I can go straight back to the beginning of all this , how all of this started , I mean this way you'd be more intrigued to read on .
July / 2008
Dear Diary ...
Excited was not even the word to explain how thrilled I was to be going South Africa . I had only been living in London for 4 years but it seemed like forever and I was just so anxious to go home .
As I got of the plane and landed at Johannesburg Airport I inhaled the fresh air , the breathtaking fresh air of home , the smell of the grass , the trees I took it all in.
We went through the departures gate where my aunt would be waiting for us as the doors slid open the doors revealed my aunt a short black woman with glasses her white teeth sparkling as she grinned widely when she saw my mother they instantly ran towards eachother , hugging each other like little children but that's not what left me bewildered it was the boy behind my aunt who was following her mindlessly and watching them hug rather awkwardly , he was chocolate! and I don't mean mean just his skin colour but I mean he was chocolate heaven ! he was dreamy ,he was creamy I was melting just staring at him , his eyes where a light brown , his lips were soft , plump and inviting , you could see his jaw structure it was immaculate , he was tall and buff you could see his muscles being hugged tightly by the black jumper he was wearing . He noticed me staring he turned around and smiled at me . I had just died and came to life in a nano second .
"Raessa" my aunt called out as she came to hug me , she squeezed me so tight . I squeezed her back I missed her she was like my second mum but more demanding. We greeted each other and then she called out another name,this time it was one that I didn't know .
" Thabo" she said and then chocolate boy came over .
" This is our new house boy " she told me , now I should explain the term house boy , since my aunt lives in a big house and its only her,her husband and my cousin and she occasionally has visitors and my cousin is barely home since she's at boarding school so most of the time my aunt needs someone to help around the house , a house boy is basically a butler / maid but most house boys are live in.
So this meant that ill be seeing him everyday , day and night.
I smiled to myself.
He noticed and winked at me .
Once again , I died .
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