Nobantu Shabangu

I want to ask her if she remembers the times she slept between my legs, if she remembers how we would sleep head to head until the morning and the tender touches we used to give each other but I don’t because even though it seems like yesterday, it is a distant past- I wish my feelings could remember that. Love is a bad habit, a habit trying to break even now.
Not much happened today. It was a beautiful Sunday, the breeze was blowing just right and the sun was mild- I was not at all angry to be going to work. My manager who couldn’t make it to work yesterday made an appearance today. She looked like she had a hectic night but still she oozed sexiness. I asked her if she was okay but I really did not want to know because her face told me all. Her reply was that she is just trying at this thing called life and we both laughed.
I drove my car for the first time in a long time, she still drives good and doesn’t have any funny sounds, I poured some petrol and thought of giving her a wash but I told myself I would do it at the end of the month and get the full house wash because she deserves it. She is the last parting gift my father gave me and I never knew I could love an inanimate object so much.
I’ve been feeling fat and get the feeling that when people look at me they see a pug. I hope to exercise tomorrow, the breaks between sessions are too long, and I must make them shorter.
I made a devastating discovery- my one and only beanie is missing, I don’t know where, when or how I lost it but I am very sad because that beanie is like my security blanket; once I have it on my head I feel safe and sure of myself. Now I have to buy a new one. I blame the wine because I really cannot recall what happened two nights ago after the second glass.
It is the beginning of a new month, I hope to be more productive and progressive- I mean nothing wakes one up more than realising that half the year has gone by. It is that time of the year where you have to check if you are on par with the goals you had for yourself at the beginning of the year and if not you weep, but look to the bright side because there’s still just over six months to achieve them. God be with me.
My neighbour came around to ask if he can keep more of his meat in my fridge and I asked for the use of his iron in return because I do not have one- the joys of inner city living. I finally did my laundry- I will hang it in the morning. I can’t wait until I’ll have someone to do it for me.
I wonder if there is a new moon tonight because I am feeling particularly restless, maybe something great will happen this week, maybe I’ll meet the love of my life- wait I think that has already happened- is it possible that it could happen again.