Dear Ao

 

P O Box 10024

Kanye

4 May 1995

Dear Ao,

A o Ao, it must have been during Orientation day; when I first saw you. Ever since, I always looked forward to seeing you, everyday. Our Religious Education class would be the same classroom after one of your lessons; I would quickly look for you among your classmates and I always located you. I would smile; well, as usual, concealed.

“I also want a hairstyle like that!” You, with a dazzling smile, complimented me. I was washing my oily hands from the standpipe next to the everybody favourite’s school kitchen – you were waiting for your turn. We must have had the popular beef (my favourite) for lunch that day, if not the delicious chicken and rice – the only days there would be long queues from all the taps across the school. “She likes my phanka style?!” I. Was. Shocked. I had just got my haircut done the day before; it must have been Eric who perfected it. I’m sure you heard of him, together with Chicken (yes, his name) – their barbershop is just after Thusang Bangwaketse Store – I can take you there. I wish you could have smelled my perfume; well, my mothers, which I always find no matter how often she changed hiding places. I slowly gave you a cold glance; at least that’s what I wanted the world to see.

Thank you, Ao. You made my day. No!! My Tlhomo.

I was heartbroken to suddenly learn that you were not going to do your Form 3 at Seepapitso. I had plans for us Ao. They say you were my cresh or cHruSh, I. will ask them,  again.

P.S. I don’t have the Mountain Bike anymore.