… when I grow up.

They say when you speak of him, he will appear. First the Squirrel at a popular Sushi bar three weeks back, then there was the paper-perfect boyfriend who failed to translate to lover a week after that, the guy who was emigrating but failed to leave the country last week at a club and the sales guy last night at Fashion Week. What are the odds right? But there they were … all the questions that I asked myself over and over again and none with any of the answers.



Jo’burg is definitely haunted. Old lovers … ex-boyfriends … anyone that you have unresolved issues with you are bound to run into again and again until you resolve them. My relationship with the sales guy was long dead but with one apology he was suddenly a presence in my life again. Or had he been there all along like the CD that he had loved and I could never bring myself to get rid of? When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?




One Response to “… when I grow up.”

  1. I love the image of Joburg being haunted. I think that encounters with people we lose always stay with us in one way or another. I can’t think of anyone that I’ve been intimate with that doesn’t still cast a shadow… no matter how long ago it was, or how brief or fleeting. I’ve missed reading you… your writing is wonderful.

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