Wednesday, 5 March 2014

For George....


Today belongs to my best friend.

Tall and strapping, with absolutely the most adorable face and eyes and boyish smile. Time stops when he enters a room. Body to burn all suits. :) He smells amazing too.
 
A strong, intelligent, hard-working, peaceful, well-spoken and incredibly funny young man that I met a little over a year ago who has been a huge influence on me and who I am as a person. An irreplaceable part of my life. I truly will never meet anybody like him.

He taught me the value of honesty and self-respect. In his own way always striving to be a man of honor, a decent guy, an unforgettable part of whatever place or party he finds himself in even without making any real effort. His passion for music and fitness, for a good "grape" experience, his amazing ability to recreate a moment in time with his clever use of words and imagery, his passionate and soft nature often abused and misunderstood, but still one of his greatest and most powerful assets.

I have heard people speak of him. "He is so smart." "He's a hottie." "He's weird." "Mr 'That's hilarious!'" "He's such a sweetheart." "That young man is different." So many things said but always by people who don't really know him and will probably never get the chance to. I was blessed to take an honest walk through his world.

To see him in his natural habitat, at his desk, leading his soccer team, sitting next to a pool doing nothing or playing with a baby, to see him vulnerable, to see him strong, to see him hurting, to see him triumph, these things are indescribable.

His joy is amazing, a spectacle of youth and manhood and virility expressed in an exhilirating display of laughter and cheeky grins and dance...one cannot help but love him when one sees him like that...I have been blessed directly by God to have him in my life, so close to me and so free with me and so beautifully my equal.

We have made so many memories. Poetry recitals and the delightful clicking of fingers. Seafood moments that ended in disaster. Fashion shows colored by Shaka style ambush situations. Jazz clubs that need no explanation. Pineapple love and cake dates. Confetti moments for the wins. Hilarious toasts to "Freedom." Early morning drives to work. Early morning TORTUROUS "suicides". Sunday midday brunch and "oxblood" shoes. Inside jokes. The Great Gatsby. Selfies and videos and voice notes. So many things that cross my mind from time to time and make me smile or chuckle to myself and thank God silently for having been blessed to have the opportunity to experience such a wonderful person.  

On this day I want to say, thankyou for being my rock, my secret keeper, my support system, my listening board and shoulder to lean on...for being there in my good moments and in my awful ones too...my comfort and guardian angel no matter what time of day or night. Thankyou for blessing me with your imagination, with your passion, with your gentle spirit and your lust for life.

Thankyou for blessing me with your experiences and the many lessons they taught you and in that, taught me too. Thankyou for the laughter, for the tears, for the hand holding, for being my soldier, for always having my back in good and in bad. Thankyou for caring for me. For taking care of me wherever and however you can. For standing up for me all those times. Thankyou for being my friend. For allowing me to dream and believing with me...for giving me so many things I never had...I am better for having known you.


I know you are not perfect, far from it. But in your imperfections I have seen your beautiful humanity, the dazzling brilliance of your mind and the spirit of greatness that has shielded, covered and hovered over you from the moment you were born till now and beyond. Thankyou, for being you and for being amazing, perfectly imperfect, strong in your weakness, humble in your greatness, my friend, my heart.

Nothing will ever change who you are to me and what I think of you. Not rain, not sunshine, not separation, not death...nothing at all.

Happy Birthday Mudiwa... 




#AK1ngForNowForAlways

M. M.

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