Yesterday my friend messages me to tell me that he has moved into the same neighbourhood. What a delight. We use to get into all sorts of non-sense back in University. Our friendship developed in our final years of High School as both of our best friends had moved to other schools and we were the only surviving Queens in the blocks of our very stern and highly esteemed Catholic learning institution. Rumor was, and history had shown before us that no flamboyant person succesfully reached form 7. Unless you were disciplined enough and associate more with the males during recess and lunch time, or if you had castrated all your social urges to be with girls and gurlz and stay in your own classroom, burying your head in your school work.
We were none of that, I held the record in the Principals red discpline log book, with my name being called more than once to report to the Principals office over the intercom in the classroom early in the morning. We bonded more than once over detention, laughing and talking about our secret lives, atleast mine was a secret his was not so much. Back then he was legendary; promiscuous, free and loud. As we became friends I saw the real vulnerable and loving person beneath that steely exterior.
We both don’t smoke cigarette, we both love to dance, and our thing being that we don’t need alcahol to dance. But my friend is a champion social drinker, and he works as a Bartender in one of the hip night clubs here in Nadi. He is the most fun person you will ever meet.
We communicate really well, my reserved nature is balanced out by his bold nature. He however always respects my privacy and ambitions. Like the fact that I read he respects, and he doesn’t try to discourage that. We both suspect that we speak telepathically well to each other. If we want to talk about a person who is standing in front of us we would just look at each other and nod; our expressions with just our face communicates clearly what we both think and we both get it.
My life is not interesting but the friends that I keep are. I have changed so much, some would say, but my friendships are still the same. The great thing about my best friend Ms Josephine Baker (so I like to call him) is that so far for the many months we don’t talk we still remain friends. He comes through for me, more than I think I come through for him. But we have been there for each other at the times that mattered the most.
2020 sounded exciting in the begining, but my friend now moving into the neighborhood confirms that it surely will be.
Kaliova 