Lovely!!!

My precious love

“Who said Pastors aren’t romantic?”

Romantic Picture

“A pastor in love with a super modelling teenager!”

Authors:
Evangelist Solomon Mondlane
&
Ms. Precious Mahlangu


table of contents

foreword
acknowledgement

Chapter 1
love lost

Chapter 2
love found

Chapter 3
the love of my heart

Chapter 4
more to prove for love

Chapter 5
love conquers

Chapter 6
love is on the air

Chapter 7
true love exist

Chapter 8
challenges of love

Chapter 9
making our love grow stronger and stronger

Chapter 10
christianity and romance

Chapter 11
my precious love – my destiny

Chapter 12
love quotes-last show
(sms messages)


Chapter 1

love lost

by Solomon

After my first relationship of eight years had finally collapsed, the dream of finding a true love-partner had never crossed my mind. I lost interest in relationships. I had ruled out all possibilities of being in love again. I had convinced myself that love never existed in this planet earth. Love for me had lost its meaning. I could not get the right definition of it. Nothing I perceived as love even if I had happen to be around couples who were in each another’s arms, adoring one other. That could not convince me to think positive about true love. When I saw people kissing or hugging; to me it was just a ‘show off-show’ or a ‘passing by time.’ Love was a fake if it ever existed.

I was reminded of my school day definition; when my fellow classmate defined the word ‘love’ as; ‘the feeling that you feel, when you are feeling something that you have never felt before.’ I was still in grade eleven. Today, twelve years after; I could still not find an honest definition of true love. Maybe my classmate was right. Focussing on the many ‘feelings’ she mentioned in that definition one could say she was so close at getting the true meaning of true love. I am not sure either. If love could only be felt, then it only exist for a moment as feelings could easily subside; but if it could be seen and proven, then that could bring a long term commitment as they would be endurance and patience in it; of which that is what I think love is all about.

My former colleague Letta, at my previous company I worked for in Johannesburg tried very hard to convince me that love existed and still exists.

“Solomon, love exists. Most people have given up in relationships because they were disappointed by their fellow partners. Some committed suicide and some killed their partners, but that doesn’t mean love does not exist.” Letta said to me very worried and concerned.

“You might be a wounded person, but that does not mean that you will never find your match; somebody to love and cherish.” She said while leaving the reception where I was working.

Maybe she was right, but I wondered whether it would ever happen to me. I had no understanding of it at all. Maybe it was because of my past relationship; but that I could not tell by then.

What I could tell was that, relationships can destroy ones future; can be heart breaking and can stop all plans and dreams you have. What made me to have all these wrong and negative perceptions? The answer was simple; cheating wives and girlfriends were to be blamed for this. These, I assumed as major factors to have given a bad test to a true meaning of love.

‘All women are bad and were to be blamed for all the break ups and divorces in relationships.’ I convinced myself. That statement proved it all that my past relationship had taken its toll in me. The pain and suffering I endured over the years in my past relationship reflected clearly. I had nothing to do with love anymore.

I still remember very well the day I met a woman I perceived as my true life partner who later became the mother of my two lovely beautiful daughters, Constance and Tracy. I assumed to have found a perfect partner, but it later proved to be the opposite.

It is already six months since I separated with my once beloved sweetheart. It has finally happened after many unsuccessful break-ups. A lot had happened prior to this end of the road. Even today I still have nightmares and when I think of it, I feel it should not have happen.

For many years in this relationship, I could not figure it out that, my wife to be was having external affairs. Relatives and friends had alerted me on her cheating game but I could not believe anything. I trusted her and I thought all those who were speaking ill of her were out to destroy my relationship, not knowing that the same person I was sharing my bed with was actual the one destroying our future. She had a strange behaviour though. She could not give me the needed attention any man in a relationship needs. She could come home anytime she wanted, and I could believe any excuse she gave.

“…nothing is hidden shall not be revealed.” says the scripture. Along the way her true colours blossomed. It all started with an sms message I found in her outbox cell-phone.

‘Love, don’t send messages on this number. My man could find out about our relationship and fight me.’ Read the message in Portuguese. I could not believe what I was seeing with my eyes. She actual thought I could not read anything in Portuguese, but she was mistaken. She did not even bother to delete that message, or maybe she forgot?

‘This is a mistake.’ I tried to convince myself. ‘Maybe a friend of hers used her cell-phone to send a message to a boy friend.’ For a while I could not think straight.

I scrolled through the message all over again. Sadly, it was a reality. I was not dreaming. The message read precisely like that. She wrote it and sent to a number that reflected at the bottom of the message. I dialled that number.

‘Yes, it is ringing.’ I thought to myself.

“Hi love.” Oh it was a male voice answering.

“Hi sweetheart, hi my N…” He actually called her by her name. What a surprise. My lady was in love. I held the cell-phone very tight against my ear without saying a word.

“Talk to me babe, talk to me my love.” continued the lover man. Unfortunately, no one was talking back to him this time.

“Hello, hello.” there was no answer, and he decided to hang up. His sweetheart was not willing to talk to him. I had to wake her up as she was faster asleep; but before I could do that, I had to write the cell-phone number on a separate piece of paper.

It was already mid-night.

‘N…, N…’ I called as I shook her.

“What Solomon? Why are you waking me up like this? Is there anything wrong?” She was obviously irritated and not willing to wake up. I shook her again and called her name loud. She finally woke up and faced where I was seated.

“What’s wrong Solomon?” Yes, there was something wrong.

‘What is this?’ I asked her pointing the message on her cell-phone. ‘What is this N…? You wrote this to your boy friend? Tell me now, what is happening?’ I was fuming.

“What babe?” she said with a polite voice. She had realised that something was wrong. The message on her cell-phone was the issue now. I just stared at her and said nothing. I was breathing faster and sweating. I finally caught her red handed for her actions. The rumours I had heard all along were true. I was reminded of my mother who always said;

“There is no fire without smoke.”

She snatched the cell-phone and deleted the message with its number. Again she asked, “What is the problem love?” I felt I could beat her but I controlled myself. She was making a fool out of me.

‘Cool down Solomon.’ I said to myself. I stared at her for a long time. She sat up straight on the bed without uttering a word. Finally I laid on the bed and slept. The next day when I woke up, she had already left for work. I was not happy at all. I needed an explanation from her.

That marked the beginning of a long rough journey of our relationship; the relationship of mistrust, hatred, fights and at the end, of our break up.

I never got a satisfying explanation of her actions. All along I was blind. I felt it was time for me to follow her up in anything she was doing. For years we have been together, I was never concerned about what she had been doing. She could attend parties, seen in guest houses and travelled far in the name of work, but that never concerned me; but now I had to make sure I find out more about her activities. People had spoken in the past and I could not believe them. Reality is, ‘once people start speaking; of course there might be something they have seen.’

Things got worse day by day. The news of our fighting had reached both our families. I then confronted her, seeking answers and explanations of her external relationships. People had said many things about her; but she had denied everything. Her family also defended her and I was perceived as a bad man. Deep down my heart, I knew that one day the truth will come out.

‘What goes around comes around.’ I said to myself.

Infect I had forgiven her in the past for wrong doings which no man could easily had forgiven her. She had already had two abortions without my knowledge. She knew I was a good person, but she had never seen my other side also.

I tricked her one day. I invited her out to a local restaurant, not as good enough like those she was used to; where she was always seen with rich and famous gentlemen. I mean the triple Cs guys; those with cars, cash and cell phones.

‘Love, tell me what is going on. I’m ready to forgive and move on, but we can’t if we fail to solve our differences first.’ I said as I held her hands. It was not easy at first, but she looked willing to talk. After speaking all sorts of sweet words to her, she finally had something to tell me.

“Will you beat me if I tell you the truth?” I had never beaten her in my life. I did not know why she had to ask such kind of question. Maybe she realised that she had secretes that could make a man kill a person.

‘No babes. I’ve never done that before. Why today? I’m willing to compromise, and I’m prepared to make our relationship work.’ I said.

“I have been unfaithful all along, but I am prepared to change and focus on my family.” She said. I was listening attentively. We had only one child by then, Connie. The future of this innocent child laid in our hands.

‘I’m listening my love. Be honest and lets make our relationship work; for the sake of our child.’ I said. Deep down I knew I was speaking pure lies. I had nothing in mind about sorting out our differences, but I only wanted the truth by then. I had no idea what would happen after telling the truth.

“I did two abortions at first, which you forgave me and after that I did many things. Please forgive me Solomon.” She had not started talking.

I realised that she was not comfortable enough to talk. I decided to take her to a guest house. I had to show her how much I loved her, and how prepared I was to work things out. She agreed and we left the restaurant to the guest house. On arrival we booked for the whole night at that guest house. I held her close to me. She had to tell me the truth. It was a day she had to say it by herself. She was no longer working. I could spend needed time with her trying to find the truth.

Finally she came up with a story. She had no way out. She confessed that she had been in love with four guys and she only had sex with only two. She blamed friends for misleading her. She also admitted that after she got a promotion where she was previously working, her attitude changed towards me. She apologised dearly. It was hard for me, but I thank God I managed to control myself.

The next day I took her to her family to explain everything. They accused me of being a liar. To prove it I had to take their daughter to one of the men she had had sex with. I managed to do that, and after meeting with the relatives of that man, they promised to send people to my in laws house to admit the wrong doing by their son and my wife to be. They did as promised, but still I was blamed as the person who started everything. Why? Because they assumed that, I accused her long before she committed any offence; not knowing that she would also confess that she had had sex with one of those guys in our second year of our relationship, just after Connie was born. That was a blow to the whole family.

All broke lose. I found myself hands in arm with my father in law to be. I punched him very hard on the face and I did not blame myself for doing that. He was stubborn and I had to do it. I was all by myself. No one wanted to listen to me. Their daughter had caused pain which no duster could erase. I also verbally fought all my in laws. The damage was too much. I could not take it any more. I was going through hell. I only wanted to die. I wanted to kill my partner too. I broke gates and water pipes in my in laws’ house. I was uncontrollable. I chased the mother of my child all around the family yard with an axe in my hands, until she managed to sneak to the neighbour’s house. I was mad. I was fed up and I was ready for anything.

All this happened in our fourth year of our relationship. ‘How could I have shared my beloved woman with other men?’ N… had to die and there was no solution while she was still alive. I had to prove to her family that, due to their failure to advise their daughter at the beginning of her troubles, the only time they could realise their mistake was when she would be dead.

Thank God, I finally came to my senses. I sat under the tree trying to find myself. I started thinking about my daughter, my family and I knew they wanted me alive. I knew they loved me more than she did. I wept without anyone who could console me. I was all by myself. My family were hundreds of kilometres across the boarder of Mozambique .

Since then my family had been supportive to me. We were back with N… again, but things were never to be the same. I thought I would forgive and forget what she did, but I was lying to myself. We even had a second born child, Tracy. We gave it a try, but it never worked out. Whenever I was making love with her, I would think of all those men she had sex with in the past, and would start beating her up. Some of her brothers came to my house and apologised for the way her sister had misbehaved and the way I was treated by the family. That could not help either. They were too late. They had waited for too long, avoiding the truth.

We finally separated with the mother of my two daughters. We were exactly in our eighth year of our relationship. A huge fight broke up and I nearly blinded her right eye. She had done nothing at that particular moment, but the past haunted me everyday of my life. It was after this incident that I decided that enough was enough. I had to accept it. There would be no reconciliation. What was done was done. A relationship that began when I was just 22 years of age, and my partner 17 had come to an end. I had a guilty conscious though, as I looked down at my two daughters, and wondered what the future beheld for them. I had to separate with one of them, Tracy and remain with Connie. Hard as it was, we had to accept it. Our relationship had finally reached to an end. We had tried our very best to rescue it, but we failed. Pastors, social workers, psychologists and many other people close to us tried to help save our relationship, but could not succeed. To avoid further damages, we had to take the right decision; for the sake of our children and our beloved ones.

Remember, it took only one sms message to reveal all secretes. One only! How many then, could it take to build a true and everlasting relationship?

Chapter 2

love found

by Solomon

The first few days without N… by my side were very difficult, but I did not want her back. My sister always encouraged me by saying,” Time will heal my brother”. I hoped so. I also tried to get involved with couple of ladies around Pretoria after that, hoping for a quick healing; but it did not work either. What I did not know was that, healing was actually a process. I had long forgotten about my ‘Messiah’. I had forgotten that, there was no healing without God.

Time tickled, slowly but surely. Hours came and went, days passed by. I started feeling lonely, but that could not convince me to return to N… She was a devil and I was well enough without her.

It was only a few days staying as a bachelor, when I realised where my future laid. It laid right inside my office. I am talking about my personal assistant, Precious Busisiwe Mahlangu. She was the next woman who could steal my heart, but I did not realise that all along. We had been together for the past three months, but it never crossed my mind that I would be attracted to her one day. Actually I thought that our life styles were far different. I loved religion and I was mostly involved in church leadership long before N… messed me up. She was in the modelling industry. She had appeared in newspapers in under wears and she hardly wore a dress or a skirt. Nevertheless she was an attractive, tall, slender, beautiful young lady; light in complexion. She was just 20 years of age. There was a ten year difference in between us.

I remember very well when I fell in love with Precious. It was the 19 February 2007. It was a remarkable day of my life. It started as a cool and calm day, but actually strange for both of us.

Precious was a very hard working young lady. She took her job very serious. She was always focussed. Though my company was very small and there was no salary for her, she was always positive that one day things would come alright. We had other employees working for the company though, but Precious always came top of them all. She was an easy person and easy to trust. I trusted her a lot.

The day of the 19 February started exactly like any other day; with hugs and smiles to everyone who came into my office; but I had a different feeling when I touched and hugged Precious. I had a feeling of love. Something I had not felt for many years in my life. ‘Was that the feeling that you feel when you are feeling something that you have never felt before?’ That still had to be scientifically proven. She looked different on that day, and I knew she had felt something too. She could not look direct into my eyes as usual; but her broad smile flashed for a second, and I knew what that could mean. She could not tell, but signs were there to help a hunter catch its prey. Since morning of that day I had been smiling to her trying to send a clear message of my interest on her.

Just at mid-day of that day, we found ourselves in one of the offices we occupied, together holding a piece of paper which we were supposed to make a copy out of it. We were all by ourselves, no one was in. I rested my hand on her shoulders for a moment. I knew I was taking chances as it was against the law. That was sexual abuse, but I could not help it. When I realised that she was not retaliating, I became relaxed; until we were disturbed by her younger brother who entered the office without knocking. I quickly removed my hands from her. She smiled and left without saying a word. I remained alone thinking deep. Maybe she loved me. I could not tell.

Most of the employees left early that day. I remained with her. It was already time for her to leave also. She had to take a bus home in a short while. I accompanied her as I normally did to any of our staff members who happened to be the last to leave the office. Our office was at the fourth floor of the Rentbel Building in Pretoria . As we waited for the lift, I came closer to her, looking direct into her eyes. Her eyes were glowing. I realised that she looked beautiful and sexy than any woman I had ever met in my life.

I tried to kiss her, but she was hesitant. I came closer and I gave her a hug. Without her being aware; I kissed her on the neck then turned and looked her on her eyes. Without knowing it, we started kissing.

“We can’t do this because you are my boss, sorry I have to go.” She said.

‘Oh, no we need to talk about this and finish right now.’ I said as I pulled her up to the fifth floor nearby the corner where there was a bit of privacy.

‘Precious, love me?’ I begged her. She could not utter a word. We started, kissing again. Yes I felt something that would change my life completely. Though time was against us, I had to convince myself that we had kissed enough for the day.

‘Solomon, I must go.’ She begged, realising that I was not in position to let her leave. Yes, she had to go. I wanted more time with her. She loved me. Maybe, but I was not sure yet.

I accompanied her to the bus stop and left her while standing. After some few minutes, I called her on her cell phone. I requested her to return to the office so that we could discuss some business, something urgent. That was a lie; I just wanted to be with her one more time. To my surprise, she simple agreed.

We met in the office again. She smiled as she entered through the door. In just a moment we started kissing. It was a none-stop. Our hands were all over each other until we were disturbed by a colleague. We quickly shifted to another office and continued kissing until we got it right-I mean the right way-right in the office. Yes, I was in love with my personal assistant or ‘my personal affairs’ as some of my friends addressed her. It was good. It felt splendid. I whispered to her, ‘I love you.’ She just smiled. That marked my new love life.

“Was this the love I denied it existed?” I asked myself. I was not sure, but I had to find out.

She had already left. She boarded the last bus home. After an hour I called her to find out how she travelled home.

‘Hi love. Did you arrive safe?’ I said still not sure what to say to her after what had happened during the day. Remember, it was our first day of our relationship.

“Hi boss, I travelled very safely. I hope you will not stay in the office until late.” She said. I could sense her smile on the other side.

‘Love I won’t. Thanks for everything and for loving me.’ I said still trying to get perfect words to charm her.

“Thanks to you boss for being a boss.” She laughed. “By the way goodnight lover-boss.” She continued.

“Goodnight Presh. See you tomorrow.” I said as she hung up.

I sent her my first love sms message that night, but not that much romantic,

‘I’m thinking you.’ I wrote

“I’m thinking abt u 2.” She responded,

The day was good, very good, but I had to do something important. Thanks giving. When I arrived home I prayed to God to make our relationship strong. I thanked God for a new life in my life. I knew myself very well. When I love, I love. I give it all. I wished she would do the same.

Despite the love I felt for her, there was something that bothered me though; Precious was still young. Our age difference made me not to be comfortable. Nevertheless, I was prepared to test this relationship and hoped that it would work, and work forever.

The next day, I came to work early. I thought she would not show up. I was surprised when I found her in the office. As I entered we kissed as if we had been in this relationship for sometime. Deep down my heart, I knew that we still had to talk. Soon or later, the staff members would know. Our relatives would know and that was the reason we had to talk. Was this real or was just for that moment? We still had to wait and see.

‘Precious.’ I called. ‘Do you love me?’ I asked.

“Since yesterday boss.” She said with her broad smile.

‘I love you.’ I said. ‘Now that you are in love with your boss, how are we going to handle our relationship in the office?’ I asked her.

“Simple boss; work in the office, and love later.” She had answered right, but that remained to be seen.

‘What about our colleagues. Should we inform them?’ I wanted to know from her. I had no problem in letting them know.

“They will have to know boss. If we love one another then they must know.” She said. Of course, they had to know. She needed no competition. They had to know that she was now in charge of the boss.

That week, in our new relationship; we became closer than ever. We were always seen together; to the shops, internet café, post office, meetings and sometimes to the bathroom. During lunch hours we were always found on top of the building roof kissing, each and every day. Love was on the air and it could be seen by anyone. We were the last to live the office. We talked much about our near future; the type of house we wanted, the type of marriage and family we needed. We talked about what we liked and disliked. We would not end our day without getting it right; I mean the right way-right in the office.

At the end, we had to inform our colleagues about our relationship. Some were surprised, some could not take it, but the reality was; Solomon and Precious were an item. This is the woman who was about to show me the other side of life, or to say ‘love- life’. I hoped against all hopes that this would give me a true definition of true love. I was about to experience what love was, and what it was all about. Something I had once felt almost a decade ago.

We enjoyed being together, and I could always call her after work to find out how she travelled home. She was not yet ready to inform her single parent about our relationship, but she promised to do it at the right time. She was still nursing this new relationship; but she could not hide it from her mother. She had already suspected something though. I was used to call her now and then, just to inform her about anything that I had encountered. Her mother started questioning her and teasing her, but she could not deny or accept anything she was accused of.

Our relationship created enemies in my company. One of our employees resigned immediately as she felt that I was taking sides during our staff meetings. Since the company was not getting business, most of the employees resigned also. Precious was the last person to resign due to pressure at home, but that did not affect our relationship, as she could visit at any time. I would always call home and talk to her over the phone for some minutes.

Now it started making sense. ‘Love could not only be felt, but could also be seen.’ That is what Precious tried to bring to my attention. The scripture has a good definition. ‘Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but it is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail.’

Precious Mahlangu seemed to have all those qualities. She was caring and showing love from the start. She was always worried and concerned when I was worried, and over working myself. She always wanted to help and she always gave me courage when I was about to give up. Those were the things I missed as a man.

She had also accepted that I had two children of my own from my previous relationship, and she was prepared to compromise that. She loved me very much.

My elder daughter Connie once visited Precious’ place for a week. She told Precious’ mother something she approached me about later.

“You don’t know! Precious will get married to my Dad.” My daughter said with pride to my mother in law to be. When she approached me about it, I could not deny nor accept.

Chapter 3

the love of my heart

by Solomon

I was in love again. The memories of my past relationship were now disappearing, slowly but surely. I was now gaining my confidence. I felt like a man again. I gained weight. I knew I was loved and I loved back. Precious appreciated every little thing I did for her; airtime voucher, sweets, juices, message cards and each and every gift I perceived as small.

We were crazy in love. We had already set a date for our wedding with ‘My Precious Love’, long before I proposed marriage to her. The 21st December 2007, the day she would be celebrating her 21st Anniversary was the day we had chosen for our marriage.

‘That would be her perfect gift-the life time gift.’ I thought to myself.

We had already planned where we would stay, but we had not yet decided on our permanent home. We actually I agreed that we would have two homes; one in Mozambique and one in South Africa . This is because I was about to lead a church in Mozambique . In South Africa it was because we wanted our children to have a good quality education. We were planning to have four children of our own, plus Connie and Tracy . That would make us to have six children. She loved my two daughters dearly as her own, especially the elder one whom she had spent some time with in the past. She once sent an sms message to me saying,

“My love! I have fallen in love with uConnie. She is de most precious child ever. Sumtyms I wish she was my child. I also wish dat I can do more 4 her: lyk spend tym with her. I love u love. Take care.”

Precious was a very humble and trusted woman. She spent time with me; sharing about her past, the happiest and difficulty moments of her life.

“Solomon, I want you to know this.” She said in one of our conversations. “First of all I want to thank you for loving me. I had been in and out of relationships. My relationship with you had been the longest relationship in my life.” She said. I was surprised because we had only been in this relationship for only three months.

“Thanks Love.” I said, realising that I had made a big difference in her life. I thought I was the one who only needed her love, but she equally needed mine. “Finally I had got my match.’ I said within myself.

“I was brought up by a single parent.” She continued. “My father left us while I was just fifteen. My brother was just eleven. He left us after burning the house.” She paused, and I noticed that tears were rolling down her beautiful cheeks.

I held her very close to me. “My past relationships were not as interesting, fun, motivating and crazy like I am now.” She said

“I was always treated like a trophy girlfriend; whenever I wanted to go out with them or just wanted to see them, they would be too busy to meet with me. They only came to see me when it suited them, in their own time, not on my own time.” she continued.

“I had a bad reputation of guys just leaving me without telling me where they were off to. They would leave from one province to another without even saying goodbye Presh or it is over between us Presh.” She looked worried as she narrated her past experience.

I was listening. I felt I could cry but I had to be strong. “Solomon things were not easy. One day I became sick. I went to our family doctor for a check up. He discovered that I was smoking, but promised not to tell my mother. He advised me to stop smoking as it would make me very sick; as I am someone who suffers from heart conditions. I hate that bastard. I hate my father. My mother carried the burden alone because of an irresponsible father.” She said with an angry tone.

I felt for her; it hurts. I had my own problems though, but at her age it was too much. I wished I could do something at that time, but nothing seemed to cross my mind. I just embraced her. She was open with her life. I was prepared to do the same. I wanted to be with this woman for the rest of my life. Her background could not stop our love-life, but instead it could make it stronger.

‘My background was not good either.’ I started narrating my background. ‘I was born in a polygamist family. My mother was a second wife of my father. We were born in a country were there were wars. I left Mozambique to Swaziland with my brother at the age of nine after witnessing the abduction of my aunt Leah by the rebel movement, RENAMO. At age 13 I was also abducted by RENAMO in Swaziland and taken back to Mozambique to fight in a war I had nothing to do with. I spent months, but fortunately I escaped to Swaziland again.’

She was listening willing to get my side of the story. ‘My father died when I was 12 years old. My mother, who was selling on the streets of Mbabane , managed to take us to school; I, together with my younger sister; and other children of my elder sisters and one child of my father from my other mother. I also did gardening to help my mother pay school fees and buy uniform for us until I got a scholarship from World Universal. Sometimes we would go to school bear footed, but I don’t remember going to school on an empty stomach. My mother was always there for us’

I could not finish narrating my childhood background to her, for it was too long and complicated. I decided to give her a recorded DVD which narrated clearly my past. Then I started telling her about my past heart breaking relationship. I told her everything that had happened in my past love-life, and how I finally separated with the mother of Connie and Tracy. I thanked her for loving me. I needed that in my life. True love is what she had shown me; and she had also given me its new meaning. We hugged and cried. We could not talk for a while. That is how we spent our day. Without forgetting it, our day could not have been a perfect day without getting it right; I mean the right way-right in the office. We both enjoyed it. We had already made a covenant. Making love meant that we were already married according to my own definition of marriage.

On 12 March 2007, I proposed for a formal marriage to her. I had no engagement ring in my hands, but I did it.

“Precious will you marry me?” I said with my eyes fixed on her; sitting by her side.

“‘Yes, I would love to marry you.” She said wearing a beautiful smile on her face.

Yes, she meant it. I was so excited. She would marry me. We hugged, kissed and rejoiced on that day. The news reached friends and relatives far and nearer. I was engaged. My wife to be accepted my proposal. My friends sent sms messages on my mobile phone. Everyone who knew me was happy for me. Some could not believe it.

My family had already heard about Precious. They were all jubilant of our engagement. They wished us a happy everlasting life. One day, I decided to bring her to my family. She was welcome. My mother loved her; my sister loved her; my nieces and nephews loved her; moreover my daughter loved her.

That convinced my family that I was done with the past. Though I always sent food for Tracy (my younger daughter) in Mozambique , there was nothing much to discuss with my ex. My love for her was no more. Though I tried forgiving her, but I hated her. I had nothing to do with her anymore. She was a cruel person. I wanted her to stay away from me. She had no feelings for other people.

Precious was over the moon after meeting my family; moreover about our engagement, but she could not tell her family for a while. Her mother could be very angry with her. She only told her friends who congratulated her. She was also not in good terms with her father.

Though she hated her father; I wanted her to reconcile with him. During our marriage, I would love her father to be the one who will hand her over to me. I did not want her step father. She did not like her step father either.

‘Love!’ I called.

“Yes Sweetie.” She responded.

‘I have a wish.’ I said.

“What is your wish my love?” She asked interested to find out.

“I wish you could reconcile with your father.” I said.

“Never Solomon! Never; that bustard messed my family. You don’t know what he did to my mother and he always hated me.” She said as if she did not want us to dwell into the subject. It was not the first time we discussed this issue. She never wanted me to get involved in it, but I wanted her to understand both sides of her parents.

“Precious, you have nothing to do with what happened between your father and mother. You don’t know what exactly happened. What you know is that; your father burnt the house and he hated you. What real went wrong, you will never know. Don’t take sides. Just love both of them and let them take care of their differences. Of course you need to support your mother whenever she needs support.” As I was speaking, she requested that we change the subject. She was not comfortable with it.

Our love grew stronger each and every day. Precious would visit the office now and then. She loved me. I loved her too. We could send as many sms messages to one another as possible. I also visited her place in Montana two times. The first time I arrived in the morning. Her mother was at work. I wanted to leave early in order to avoid her. She convinced me to stay as her mother would come late. Her mother worked far from home.

My beautiful lady cooked lunch for me. I watched her as she was moving up and down the kitchen. I started day dreaming of our happy and lovely family. We ate, and the food tested very nice. We would not have ended our day well without getting it right; I mean the right way. The only person who was at home was her old grandmother, who came to greet me when I arrived. She had no problem at all seeing me in the house. After that she went and sat in the sun at the back of the house.

Without expecting it, my mother in law to be, opened the door. We were both lying on the mat watching television. Fortunately there was nothing silly we were doing. She greeted us and passed us on her way to her bedroom. I was so scared but Precious advised me to be calm. After some few minutes she came to the sitting room where I was with my sweetheart.

“What brings you here Solomon?” She said without smiling. She was not showing any sign of being angry either.

‘I am just lost, and I thought I should pass by this house and ask for water.’ I said shivering.

“Don’t get lost around this place.” She said. “Did you get the water you were looking for?” She asked. I tried to avoid that question, but she repeated it. “Did you get the water Solomon?”

I had to reply. ‘No mom.’ I said. ‘The people in this house could not offer me water.’ I continued as she pretended to smile.

“How is your business?” She asked.

I knew that she wanted to start trouble. My company owed her daughter an amount of not less than R8 000.00. I could not pay it because there was no money in the business. Her mother was putting pressure on her. Things were not going well at all.

‘Things are not going well mama; but there’s a great hope.’ I replied.

“Precious dis-programmed me with the hope that she would be paid soon. I couldn’t buy furniture because I had to pay for her accounts.” She said looking at me. I wanted to leave. My fiancée was just facing down. I knew that the issue of money could cause enmity between me and her mother. I kept quiet and said nothing for at least for that moment she was there. My eyes were fixed on the television screen.

She then requested her daughter to make tea for her. She left the sitting room and went to her bedroom. I called my fiancée to tell her I was leaving. She begged me to stay. She loved me and she understood what I was going through.

“Solly!” she called. “I’m sorry that my mother had to find you here. It was my fault; but she will leave soon to check the post office box. I will then accompany you to the bus stop. I love you Solomon.” She said trying to make me feel better.

I loved her very much. I would do anything she commanded because of the feeling I had for her. I could even climb the coldest mountain for the sake of her. Deep down my heart I knew that her mother would do nothing to separate us.

Her mother hated me. I felt it. She disapproved our relationship. ‘Action speaks louder than words.’ It finally came out some other days that, she hated the fact that I was a foreigner. She even suspected me of running an illegal business. Nevertheless, I and Precious were in love. She loved me. No matter what the ‘mama’ said.

I was not the first man to be in love with Precious as she had already shared with me. She was once involved with one guy whose name was known to her and her mother. Infect, is her mother who introduced her daughter to this gentleman. Unfortunately he was not staying around Pretoria , he was working far; but he had a good job. She also told me that they broke up with this gentleman because he had to go back to his first love. I do not know much of this issue, but what I do know is that her mother had no problem with him being in love with her daughter. ‘What was wrong with me?’ I wondered.

Precious always apologised on behalf of her mother for being rude on me. I had no problem about her mother. I understood very well the reasons behind. She was acting like any other mother could do to protect her daughter. She wanted the best for her child. There was no need for Precious to apologise. I loved her, and nothing could change that as long as she loved me. She was a caring, loving-woman, any man could dream of.

The more her mother hated me, the more she loved me the most and I loved her too. The second time I visited my love I decided not to go to her house. We arranged to meet at the mall nearby. I did not want to repeat the same mistake. I did not want to meet her mother again. I had already realised that she would not like seeing me in her house.

The day started very well. She took me around the shops in Kolonnade mall. We did window shopping. We entered big shops such as Game and Deon. We also visited a magic company (game room) to have some fun. We then climbed the steps by the corner of the mall. That is where we started kissing for at least fifteen minutes.

We then left to the nearby KFC where we had our lunch for the day. Things were working well. We returned to the mall. As we moved down-way on the escalators, her mother spotted us. She was going the upper way. She just looked at her once and said, “With whom did you leave your granny?”

Trouble again! I thought I avoided her; but it seems I had luck of meeting with her. I was not comfortable. I wanted to go. My fiancée wanted me to stay for a little longer, but I could not. She had just spoiled our beautiful day. We just went and sat at the parking lot just at the back of the mall. We sat for a while. Again my Precious love apologised for what had just happened. It was not her fault. It just happened. Maybe it was a way to prove to her mom that nothing would ever separate us.

We kissed and unfortunately we could not get it right this time; I mean the right way-right at the parking lot.

I left. She also left. I was concerned about her. She had been telling me how rude her mother was. I loved her but I was concerned about her relationship with her mother. She was an obstacle to our happiness. She hated me. ‘What was wrong with me and my mother in laws?’ I wondered.

Chapter 4

more to prove for love

by Solomon

Months went by. The good news was that her father was trying hard to get back into the family fold. He was visiting his family frequently. He even bought a cake for his wife for the mother’s day celebration. He also took his children to entertainment places. I recall when my fiancée called, she sounded very happy over the phone about the situation at home; but she always emphasized that she did not need him back in her family house.

‘That was none of your business my love.’ I always reminded her. If her mother was happy about everything, she had to support her. If she was not happy, she had to support her. Though I felt I was talkative at times, but she always appreciated my advices.

I realised that she was more loving than any other woman I was once involved with in the past. She had my approval to be my rightful wife. I was not prepared to back off; I loved this woman so dearly. She had revived my soul. I was not prepared to mess around with her life. She had accepted me the way I was; she accepted that I had two children; she accepted that I was ten years older than her; she accepted that I am a foreigner; she accepted that my financial situation was not good. She just loved me, simple. She was building her own bridge in order for her to walk on it in the near future. She never cared about what the people said.

“Solomon, I want to be involved in any developments taking place in our relationship. I don’t want to find things ready to be used.” She would normally say. I would be very happy to hear her speak like that. Girls of her age were into high life style; the life of triple Cs.

She would tease me saying; “I don’t know what you have done to me. Maybe it’s a Shangaan muti. The way I’m so addicted to you it’s like I’m running crazy. I love you my Shangaan man.”

Yes she loved me. I had no doubt about that. It was written all over her face. I loved her the same way as she loved me.

‘I hope it is the spirit of the Ndebele’s.’ I would respond. ‘The Ndebele’s has done something wrong to me. I love you babes like I was never in love before. If there’s something or muti you have used on me, please don’t remove it for I am all yours.’ Those were our conversations; admiring one another. She always said she loved my intelligence and hard working spirit. She always praised me of having a big head for a purpose with an extra balloon on top.

I always admired her loving and caring spirit too; her patience and humbleness, not forgetting her beauty. I admitted that maybe it was a mistake for me to fall in love with her. She was too beautiful that no words could describe her. When I said that she would quickly interrupt me by saying;

“You deserve it my love. It’s not a mistake at all. I’m yours and all yours. We are a perfect match. You are also handsome and you deserve to have a woman who matches your standard, and that’s me.” I loved it. She was matured than her age.

As if everything was planned, Precious surprised her family on our fourth month of our relationship. She left home after some misunderstandings with her mother. She came straight to my office. Infect we had made an appointment to be together the day before, but accidentally they had a quarrel with the mother on the same day.

‘Love, you don’t look okay today?’ I asked seeing that she was not herself.

“I’m okay babes, I just need to relax.” She said not interested in telling me what was going on. As usual we kissed and we got it right; I mean the right way-right in the office. I praised her for being the best love maker I have ever met in my lifetime and of course she was.

‘Who taught you this babes?’ I asked

“What love?” she asked back.

‘Making love, making love babe?” I said while smiling.

“My Shangaan man.” She said. “Truly, ever since we became one, I learnt many things.”

‘Like what?’ I cut her short.

“Like being loved, making love and loving back. You changed my love life for good, you changed everything for better.” She said while stroking my chest. I felt great. I felt like a real man.

After that she laid on the sofa. She told me that she would take the last bus home. That was strange. Normally she preferred to take a bus prior to the last one if she would leave late; but it was still early to be concerned about that. I stopped bothering her. I went out to get something for us to eat. She ate a bit and slept. I knew there was something wrong, but I could not force her to talk. She is someone who would not want to be bothered about her personal issues. She needed her space; she would tell if she was ready.

Not long, she woke up and stared at me. “Solomon.” She called. “I wish we were married and staying together. I am tired of being treated like a fifteen year old.” She said.

I wondered what really upset her.

‘What happened babes? You can tell me.’ I said begging her to share with me her troubles. An injury to her was an injury to me.

“My mother sweetheart.” she said.

‘What with your mother?’ I asked her willing to know what she had done or else said to her. Maybe I was the one who had caused all the problems all over again for the troubles she was going through.

“She embarrassed me in front of people. She accused me of creating debts for her and working for the company which could not pay. I don’t want to go back any more.” She cried. I came closer to her. It was time for me to comfort her. I was the one to be blamed for the situation she was going through, but I had no way to solve the problem.

‘Babes.’ I whispered. ‘You know how much I love and care for you, but you still need your family. You can’t just run away from your family. Even if we could get married, we will need them. We need to be close to them. We need them and they will need us. It is difficult for now, but one day they will accept me.’ I realised that she was not listening at all. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. The moment she cried her beauty was exposed and she could not realise that.

“Solomon I’m not going home.” She said it again, while her cell phone rang. It was her father calling. She did not answer it. She told me that he had been calling her ever since she left the house. He had told her to go back home because her mother was upset. Her mother had complained to him that she was seen with me at the mall in Montana some days ago. She did not answer her cell phone. His father called several times but she could not attend to it. It kept on ringing until she decided to switch it off. I begged her to answer her cell phone but she refused.

It was getting late. The last bus was about to leave. “Solomon, I’m not going home.” She said it again. It was becoming a concern to me. She meant it. I feared that her not going home could worsen the situation between me and her mother. I wanted to do things right at the right time.

‘Why love? Please don’t do that to your family.” I begged her.

“I’m not going home Solomon. She does not give me the respect I need. I’m not going home!” She repeated.

‘Where will you sleep love?’ I asked. The issue was very serious.

“I’ll sleep here in the office.” She replied.

“No ways. You better go home or I’ll go with you to my place.” I said.

“No Solomon. I’m not going home, and I’m not going with you either.” She said.

“You won’t sleep in the office. I’m not going to allow that. I’ll accompany you home by a taxi and leave you at your doorsteps.” I said.

“No. I’ll go on my way, don’t bother.” She said.

“No ways. You are not going your on way. You can’t sleep in the office either. I’ll take you home or come with me to my place. Stop crying and do as I say.” I said while I was becoming irritated.

Finally she agreed to come with me to my house. It was a distance from town to where I stayed; some two to three kilometres away. I wanted us to take a taxi, but she refused. She preferred to walk. I had already called my sister telling her about the situation I was faced with. She had no problem. Precious was welcome in my family.

We walked from town to my sister’s place where I was staying. Along the way I would make jokes hoping to get a smile from my fiancée. I loved her. The fact that she preferred to come to me when she had a quarrel with her family made me to love and trust her the most; though I did not support it whole heartedly, but it was better for her to be with me than being somewhere else I would not know.

‘You really love this Shangaan man. My muti is working on you.’ I teased her, but her smile was not easy to come out.

We went pass by a place where there was too much music noise. It seems there was a gig or some party.

“Solomon, can we go there and spend the night.” She was heard saying.

‘No babes. We are going straight home.’ I responded. I had to be stubborn for a change. I knew I was dealing with a teenager. She could be tempted in doing anything wrong that could destroy her future when she is faced by such a difficult situation. She had confessed to me some day that; in times of trouble she would prefer having a puff of cigarette. I was not comfortable. We had to reach home as quickly as possible. She feared coming to my place. She did not want to be a burden. She hated being a trouble some person; but she had to be with me. We had a future together.

Finally we arrived at my place. We found the whole family watching television in the kitchen. I entered and greeted everyone. She came behind and she greeted too. I went passed the kitchen to the sitting room, but she remained in the kitchen. The children were happy when they saw her. They knew her. It was not her first time to come to where I was staying.

I called my sister and explained the scenario. I was so concerned. My past relationship started the same way. We stayed with the mother of my children without her parents’ approval, but we later went back and apologised and paid a fine they demanded. I did not want the same thing to happen with Precious. I wanted a proper formal marriage, blessed by both parents on my side and on her side.

My sister had nothing to say.

“Precious is welcome. We will see what will happen after some few days. Maybe they will come for her. Let’s wait for the next day. I still need to find a way of explaining to your sibali (brother in law)” my sister said.

By that time Precious was playing with the children. She looked relaxed. My sister prepared for her a place to sleep after having supper. She slept in her elder daughter’s bedroom who was studying in Swaziland . My sister had given herself sometime to speak to her and encouraged her to be strong. She also shared with her about me and my past relationship. Precious seemed well connected with my daughter Connie. I was happy to see them play, run around, hugged and kissed.

Realising that she was not prepared to speak to any of her family members; I secretly searched for her father’s cell phone number from her cell phone. I sneaked out of the house. I went to buy airtime and I called her father. He was the only person I could speak to. They had to know where Precious was. I did not want to be blamed for anything that could happen while she was with me. She had ruled everyone out of her life including her father as a bad person; but I had to do what she would blame me for doing.

“Hello.” Precious’ father answered his cell phone.

‘Hello Papa.’ I said.

“Who are you?” He asked.

‘Solomon. I’m calling to inform you that Precious is with me. I’m doing this without her permission, but I thought it would be better for you to know.’ I said trying not to panic. I was now talking to my father in law to be. He could say anything he wanted, but I was ready.

“Solomon, I’m not happy”. He said.

‘I know Papa.’ I responded.

“You caused all this. Ever since she started working for your company, things had not been good between Precious and her mother.” He said. I wanted to believe him but I could not. Precious had told me that they always had quarrels with her mother long before I knew her.

‘Papa I accept it, but I want to appeal to you to make a plan for her tomorrow. You need to convince her to come home. I am the one to be blamed, but please papa she needs your support. I could not like what is happening to her to happen to my daughter either. That’s why I decided to come and call you against her will.’ I begged him. I knew it would be hard as he was not staying with the family, but as a father he had to protect her daughter from vultures like Solomon.

“Okay Solomon. I’ll do that. Please tell her to switch on her cell phone I would love to speak to her. Bye.” He hung up.

I was happy that I managed to speak to her father. At least he would help in convincing my love back home. I wanted her to go back home. I wanted to have a good relationship with her family.

There was a problem I needed to sort out in that particular evening though. How was I going to tell Precious that I told her father that she was with me? She would not like it. She would be cross with me, but I had no choice but to confess and apologise to her. I found her lying on the bed scrolling on her cell phone.

‘Love.’ I called her with a fake smile. ‘Love me or not; hate me or not, I need to confess something to you.’ I said.

“What Love.” She asked willing to hear what I had to confess.

‘I called your dad.’ I said looking right into her eyes.

“What babes?” she exclaimed with disappointment.

‘Don’t be angry Love. I had to do it to cover up my family, myself and you too. They had to know where you are, and that you are safe. They already know that we are in love and they will need to accept it.’ I explained.

“Okay love. What did you say to him and what he said?” she asked.

‘I explained to him where you are and what happened. He promised to do something tomorrow; hopefully he will come for you.’ I answered.

“He didn’t shout at you?” she asked.

‘No. he seemed understanding and willing to help. One more thing, he requested that you switch on your cell phone and whenever he calls, please answer it.’ I said. She smiled. ‘She is beautiful’ I thought to myself. ‘I must protect her. Soon she would be Mrs. Mondlane.’

“Next time my lovely husband; you must inform me before you could take any action.” She said while flashing her billion dollar smile. We could not do it right; I mean the right way-right in my sister’s house.

The following day we woke up early in the morning. We headed to the office. I was hoping that her parents would show up in the office. They knew where it was situated. Her mother had visited several times during the old good days. Her father had also visited once to see where her daughter was working.

Her father called on her cell phone. She finally answered to it. He pleaded with her to go home and apologise to her mother. Precious was afraid. She told him that her mother would not understand; she would not accept her back in her house. She hoped that her father would come and take her back home; or at least take her to where he was staying. It did not happen the way she thought. He requested to speak to me, but she lied that I was not in the office.

“Please tell Solly to call me when he comes back.” He said to her daughter.

She looked disappointed after that conversation with her father. He was not a responsible father. How could he not take responsibility of her only daughter? I waited for a while and I called him with a private number as he requested, using the same cell phone her daughter was using to call him, and she was just seated next to me. Technology! Thanks to our world of mobile phones.

“Hello.” He answered the phone.

‘Hello Papa. It’s Solomon.’ I said.

“Solomon, you see what you have done?” He said with his voice up, different from the previous day.

‘What have I done?’ I asked with my voice high.

“Look at what my daughter is going through”. He said.

‘What have I done?’ I emphasised willing to know my faults.

“Can’t you see?” he shouted.

‘No!’ I shouted back. Little did he know that he was dealing with a short tempered person like himself. I was a very nice person, but I could not allow any person to accuse me of something I have nothing to do with at all.

“That’s my daughter you are with.” He said.

‘Then come and pick her up.’ I challenged him.

“Solomon, Solomon!” he shouted. He was fuming.

‘Please come and take her. Where will she sleep today?’ I asked angrily.

“Where she slept yesterday!” he said. ‘He was not thinking right.’ I thought to myself.

‘Never!’ I answered. ‘Not in my sister’s house anymore! You must come and take your daughter! That was a challenge. I did not want to be blamed tomorrow if I stayed with her without their permission.

“Then in the office.” He said. ‘This man was really not okay. No wonder her daughter hated her so much.’ I thought to myself.

‘I don’t want her here either.’ I answered back.

“Then see what to do. Don’t ever come to my house again you bloody hond (dog)!” He hung up. Precious was listening.

‘He called me a hond. ’ I said. It did not matter the insults. I was not convinced. He had to come and take her daughter.

He called her daughter not knowing that we were using the same phone, seated side by side. I just heard Precious screaming at him.

“…what kind of a father are you?” She hung up.

I took the phone and called him by a private number again. I wanted him to come and take her daughter or to be convinced that they wanted me to stay with her illegally, before a formal marriage. I had no problem with that. I would look for a room and stay with her but I wanted to be convinced that they wanted it that way for real. He did not answer the phone. My lovely sweetheart begged me to stop bothering him. We had to take a quick decision about our future.

“What now?” she asked.

‘Simple babes.’ I answered. ‘We need to rent a room and we could plan well. For now we need to go back home and explain everything to my family.’ I said to her.

We stayed in the office until it was late. We could not leave without kissing and without getting it right; I mean the right way-right in the office. We loved it; there was no doubt about that. When we reached home, the children were happy to see her back again. I called my sister and explained everything. She asked me to call Precious. She requested from her that she call her mother or her father. Precious was not comfortable with that. She feared that her mother would be rude to my sister. Infect, she had already warned us that her mother had many friends that included police and lawyers. My sister convinced her; the importance of her speaking to her parents as an adult and mother of the house.

‘Law was created to protect everyone my love. It even protects the wrong doers. Law is for everyone living on this planet earth; police, lawyers, foreigners, Shangaan it doesn’t matter.’ I said trying to make her understand that we were within our rights to do what we were supposed to do.

Finally she agreed. My sister called her father first, but could not answer the phone. Maybe he thought I was the one calling. He had warned me not to call him again. She then called her mother on a fix line. As they started talking, we realised that they were misunderstandings between the two, especially on the other side.

My sister tuned the loud speakers on the phone so that we could follow the conversation. ‘This woman blamed me for her daughter’s behaviour.’ I thought to myself as she kept saying negative things about me. She claimed that I used her without paying her. She also accused me of making her daughter a wife. She attacked me on my age difference. She accused my sister of operating an illegal business together with me.

“I have already reported you to the police to investigate your business. I also reported Precious for her disappearance.” She proudly said.

‘Some other parents were not matured enough.’ I was deeply thinking to myself and very concerned. ‘Instead of helping her daughter out, she brought unnecessary issues. To hell with her, she can do what ever she wanted to do.’ I said within myself.

My sister was calm and she tried very hard to make her understand. My sister did not know that the saga involved her. She had already reported the matter to the police, as she said. My sister begged her to forgive Precious and accept her back.

“I don’t want to see her back here.” She said and hung up.

That was it. She was not needed back home. She had been given to me to take care of. I was happy to hear that coming from the horse’s mouth. I had no gun held against Precious. She was as free as Nelson Mandela was after spending 27 years in prison. The issue of police was stupid. Precious was above sixteen and she could make her own decisions.

As usually, Precious apologised for the trouble she caused for my family. She was so humbled. I loved her. She was just adding credits each and every time she said something. My sister comforted and promised to give us her support.

“You love Solomon?” My sister asked her. She smiled. Her broad smile shone brightly.

‘You love Solly ne?’ I also teased her.

I sneaked out of the sitting room and I joined my brother in law who was drinking some hot stuff alcohol. Again, I forgot my ‘Messiah’ and went straight to the bottle for a solution. I drank with him. I became drunk. I went straight to where my sweetheart was.

‘Babes, I love you.’ I held her closer to me.

“Oh my God! You have been drinking Solomon!” She exclaimed.

‘I love you babes. No matter what; I’ll be with you forever. This mountain, we will climb together. No one will separate us.’ I said.

We started crying, in arms with my wife to be. We were in love. She was officially mine. Her parents had given her to me. As she wrote in one sms message;

“I Precious Busisiwe Mahlangu take u Solomon Mondlane 2 be my wedded husband 2 have & 2 hold in sickness & in health. Till death do us apart. This is a lyftym commitment. I love u Mr. Mondlane. Shangaan lami.”

‘I Solomon Mondlane take u Precious Mahlangu 2 be my wedded wife 2 have & 2 hold in sickness & in health. Till death do us apart. This is a lyftym commitment. I love u LaMahlangu. Ndebele lami.” I responded; but it could not make sense without adding some sense of humour on the already sent sms message,

‘Remove the sick. Why the sick?’ I wrote quoting the character on the famous Nigerian films, Mr. Ibu.

I left her. I went to my mother who was staying at the back room. I cried to her and apologised for what was happening and what had happened in my past relationship. I emphasised my love for Precious and how I wish I could be accepted in her family. My mother comforted me. She wanted the best for her son. That night we slept very late with Precious. I was so drunk that I talked the whole night, running up and down, crying, singing, making promises to Precious and vomiting the liquor I took. She decided to give me some sleeping tablets. Finally I succumbed to God’s call.

Another day, another challenges. We decided to go around looking for a room. We were prepared to start a new life together. The only thing that worried me was her UNISA course she had already started. Her books were left behind and she had to submit the assignment in two week’s time. I was prepared to pay her fees and help her reach for her goals. We moved the whole day but we could not find any room.

My sister and her husband told us to take it easy as there was enough space for us. That was the third day of our honey moon. No one called from her family and that proved beyond doubt that her mother meant it when she said she did not want to see her back in her house.

On the fourth day; her mother sent her an sms message. I did not want to know what she wrote to her. I knew that there was nothing positive that could come from her side. She was always up in arms ready to fight and to destroy her daughter. According to Precious, she had called before and demanded that she come back home.

“Come back you!” Precious said mimicking her mother. She was not ready to talk and understand what her daughter was going through.

Due to my work; I had to travel to Swaziland the following day. On my way to Swaziland she called and told me that she had met with her mother in town. Her mother had called her earlier during the day and requested to talk to her. When they met, her mother was rude as usual. She told her to choose between me and her mother.

‘She had made a stupid mistake again.’ I said to myself. ‘How could she have asked her to make a choice between two people she dearly loved?’ I asked myself. I did not want to be a parent like her. Though it hurts, she had to compromise the situation some how.

‘Was this a bad blood I had when it comes to my in laws?’ I wondered, seeing no difference from my past relationship with my in laws. ‘At least Precious love me.’ I convinced myself, and yes she loved me.

‘Love.’ I responded to her sms message. ‘Choosing me over your mother is good but it goes with a price; your mother will curse you for the rest of her life. Choosing her over me is better as you will have her blessings, and still have me; but the choice is yours.’ I did not want to make a choice or take any decision for her. I knew she loved me and she felt safe around me; but I did not want to disappoint her. On the other hand I needed her to make up with her mother. We needed her mother in our lives. She had to bless our wedding.

I did not spend much time in Swaziland . I was back when no one expected it. Her mother had called her to come back home, but she became rude instead. She had asked her to send someone to take her books and clothes; but all never happened. Precious was comfortable with me. We had fun together and we got it right each and every day-right in my bedroom. We learnt new techniques each day we got it right. We enjoyed it. We were ready to start a new family.

‘To hell with them!’ I shouted within myself. “God is for everyone and he will protect us. He will not leave us nor forsake us’ I convinced myself. I trusted in Him. He was my anchor and inspiration in times of trouble and sorrows.

Her best friend was concerned about her disappearance. She sent her an sms message of advice.

“Please my friend, come home. Your family is worried and I’m worried too. You need blessings from your family even if you have decided to move on. That will earn you respect even to your boyfriend. I just thought you are with Solomon.” Read the message as she read it to me.

“To hell with everybody, they seem not to understand. I did not take this decision because I wanted to. I need to be heard and be understood. I need respect more than anything else. Why everyone is making me the bad person. They forget that there is always a both side of the story.” She exclaimed angrily.

Deep down my heart, I knew that her friend was right but at that moment Precious was not ready to take any advise.

‘Love, your friend cares.’ I said and embraced her.

We got many accusations from her mother. I was accused of bewitching her. Little did she know that her daughter was addicted to me as I was addicted to her. She also thought that we were married already. She wanted to go to the Home Affairs Department and find out. She thought I wanted an ID by using her daughter as a foreigner. She was wrong. I was not that kind of a foreigner she thought I was. I had all my legal South African documents. On the other hand she thought that Precious was pregnant. None of her suspicions were right. Precious was just not happy at home. Her mother was giving her, hard time. She had to accept that. She had to sit down with her daughter and find a solution. She had to stop blaming other people for the misunderstanding amongst them.

She had been pretending not to care much all along about her daughter; but we finally realised that she cared after sending her friend who pretended to be a policewoman officer to threaten us. I was accused of abducting Precious. That was nonsense. She had to humble herself. I was only happy that Precious was getting well with my family and feeling part of the big family.

‘To hell with her.’ I would say.

Chapter 5

love conquers

by Solomon

A week came to a full circle. I was getting to know her better by now. I was with her almost twenty four hours of each and every new celebrated day. She was getting well with my family. She communicated with my elderly mother very well. I loved it. We were ready to move on. It would be hard yes, but together we were ready to take on to this new journey. I had promises of few projects to come. I had put my hope on those projects to carry us through.

We discussed how we could compromise the situation. We were willing to learn from each other. Our religions were different, but she was willing to adapt to mine. We enjoyed each and everything we were doing.

It was midnight of the 17 June 2007. She sent her father a father’s day message by sms.

“Let me be the first one to say; Happy father’s day.” she wrote.

“Thanks my daughter.” replied her father. That was beautiful.

‘Like father-like daughter.’ I teased her. She smiled at me. That could not happen without me noticing her bright smile. Little did I know that our honey moon was coming to an end.

Early the next morning her father called. He wanted to come and see her. That was a surprise to my beautiful fiancée; but she was somehow happy.

‘What a father’s day present to my lovely lady.’ I thought.

She gave him the direction to my place. As for me, I did not have to meet him. The man was still angry and there was nothing I could say to him. They had to lie to him that I had travelled.

The big man finally arrived. He was well welcomed by my sister. They had a long conversation with my sister and shared a cup of coffee. That was a sign of a long term relationship. The Mahlangu’s had finally accepted it. Solomon was going nowhere. He was ready to become their son in law.

Precious then joined them. She greeted her father. He had come to fetch her daughter. He was so thankful to my sister for taking care of her. She looked happy.

“She would come anytime she wanted, but she will have to notify everyone at home.” He said. Precious was not ready to go home that same day, but my sister begged her to obey her dad.

The big man enquired about me. They had to lie. They told him that I had travelled to Swaziland . He asked my sister to tell me to apologise to him for the way I talked to him over the phone the last time we had a conversation together. He admitted that he was wrong but I had no right to raise my voice over him as a future father in law. According to him he had already forgiven me but I had to apologise to him.

I knew I could not apologise. Infect he had called me a dog. That was very serious. That only, prevented me from apologising to him. He had to apologise instead. For him, he deserved no apology.

Precious came to my room to kiss me goodbye. I held her tight against my chest. She then went to my mother to wave goodbye and to the whole family. They were all used to her. She had her space in my family. My wife to be was finally back with her family. Just after she had left, my mother complained that her space could be felt.

That evening I called her to find out how she was received at home. She sounded very happy. She had a long talk with her mother. Infect her mother had found a letter in her bedroom addressed to her during those days she had disappeared. The letter was written by Precious. It read as follows;

“Dear mom

I am sorry if I have hurt you anyhow. I am sorry for not being the perfect daughter you want me to be. I am sorry for not making you a proud mom. I am sorry for disappointing you, for being a Mahlangu and useless in life. I am very sorry for causing pain in your life.

Mom, I know that you have been there for me through thick and thin. I appreciate what you have done for me and I also love you for that. You have been and still a perfect and amazing mom. You were able to carry us in your arms and support us. You seemed to have everything together. You shared your problems with friends and family, and after sharing your problems you would feel much better. Everybody respects you because you are such a good and strong woman.

I had no friends, I disclosed myself. I was always pretending to be happy in your eyes and in everybody else’ eyes. I was pretending to be strong and seemed as though I had everything under control. But, I was dying inside; I didn’t sleep every night crying for help. I was hurting so much; my chest would even burn up. I didn’t want you to see that I was hurting; I didn’t want you to see my tears, because I didn’t want to hurt you. I was protecting you from the hurt that I was feeling. I was always unhappy, but pretending to be happy. I always locked myself in the house because I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me or even laugh at me. I was so vulnerable, but always kept a smile on my face. I was dying inside.

When I started working at Jet store, I was always happy because I was doing something unlike thinking the whole day and night. I was happy because I had friends to talk to and I was also interacting with people. Though, I couldn’t go and work there anymore. I started feeling depressed, vulnerable and sorry for myself. I didn’t sleep every night; I cried day and night when you were not around. I was also pretending to be happy.

December I started working/volunteering for Solomon, my life started changing, I was happy again. I was recognised by people and they started liking me. I was more than happy until, I stopped working; again I am feeling stressed, depressed and worried. I don’t sleep at night and I also don’t eat at all. I am so vulnerable.

Growing up was very difficult for me and I never enjoyed my childhood and teenage life. No one understood me. I was always rejected by friends and never recognised. I didn’t fit in well in groups. It was my dream to have friends who will understand me and level up to the standard that I was living; I was always at home depressed and never enjoyed life as a young star because of the challenges we were going through.

Solomon understands me, he listens to me and he is very patient. I trust him and can tell him anything. He is such a good friend to me and he also makes me happy. I know that you think that I am crazy; you are also thinking I can’t be friends with someone who is 30 years of age. I know that you don’t like him. You hate him a lot for not paying me. I promise you, he will pay me each and every little cent he owes.

Because you hate him, you are expecting me to cut my friendship with him. You are expecting me never to see him again; you are asking me to throw my happiness away. I am already depressed, but speaking to him and seeing him makes me feel better about myself.

You know, I have started hating myself so much. I don’t even know why I am living. I don’t care whether I die nowadays because life is useless to me. Sometimes I wish I was never born.

Last week I was depressed, I went to the chemist and explained to them how I was feeling, they recommended me to buy depression pills. I did buy them. Everyday I drink them and they make me feel better. That is why I am quiet these days. They told me that if I don’t control my depression then I might collapse.

The person that I always talk to is Solomon, because he understands me and he will never judge me. The reason I can’t talk to you about everything and also about my feelings is because you are always shouting. You can’t sit down and listen to another person’s problems without shouting first. I am not expecting you to be a sweet mom, but what I am asking you is please listen, if I want to talk about serious things. You scare me, that is why I can never be open to you.

I am sorry for hurting you, for not being the best daughter. Please mom, don’t let me cut my friendship with Solomon because if I do, then I would die. No one will ever understand me. No one will ever make me happy. It will be useless living. I know that you don’t trust foreigners and you also think that Solomon has drugged me. Well he has not drug me and he will never do that.

Pleas try to understand what I am asking of you. I know it made you angry seeing me with him. He only came to say goodbye because he is leaving today, Friday at 20:00 to Mozambique for a week. I did not bring him to your house. I can’t stop my friendship with him. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know that you were going to leave on Friday and come back on Saturday. I had already made plans. I have to go and see a social worker; I have an appointment with her at 09:00 in the morning, because I am not coping at all. I need help. After that Madithapo has invited me to lunch. So I will be back a bit late. I need to get out a bit and clear my mind. I need a break. Gogo is much better and Tumelo will stay with her.

Please try to understand my situation. I know it’s not easy, but try.

I’m sorry again for hurting you.”

She had actually mentioned my name on the letter many a time. That was very powerful. Maybe it was time she had to accept me like her husband did. The point was clear, very clear. We were in love nothing else. Nothing could enter in between us. She was; neither married, drugged nor pregnant. She just needed to be understood. She loved me and that was that.

Chapter 6

love is on the air


by Solomon

At least her father had finally accepted that I was a son in law to be, but I was still worried about her mother. She played a hard stubborn mother. That was okay. Time would tell. We continued calling one another, now and then.

‘Hi love. How are you doing? I miss u, I dream u and I want u.’ were familiar words we used during most of our telephonically conversations. We also updated one another on our families’ characters and behaviours towards our relationship. We were so connected to each other. She would visit me once or twice in a week. Each and every day we would send as many sms messages as possible. Sms messages became our strongest link ever in our relationship.

Some sms messages were deleted, but I managed to record some from both sides. Let us journey together into this unique world of our romance via our trusted romantic mobile network.

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“Let me be the first 1 2 say GooDmorning my SEXY, HANDSOME, CUTE, IRRESISTABLE, IRREPLACEABLE & HOT FIANCE! Oh love! I miss u lots. Enjoy ur day. Take care! C u wen u c me! Love u lots.” She sent this sms message while I was in Mozambique

‘Good morning love. Thanks for the message. I love u too my beautiful woman. Enjoy your day.’ I responded.

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“Hey love! I don’t have enough airtime 2 col. I jst want to say dat I miss u so much, it’s lyk a part of me is missing. Its tyms lyk these, I wish we were married! I love u! Nyt Nyt!” she wrote.

‘Thanks love. I’ll call you later. I love you a lot’. I responded.

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“Hey love! I tried coling but ur fone was off. Its probably de battery, Anyway, I jst wanted 2 hear how ur doing! Well, im writing 2moro at 09:00 -11:00. So my fone will also be off 4 only 2 hours. I miss u! Be good & also do good things 4 our future. Love u!” She sounded a bit upset, but she had a sense of humour. She was just concerned. She missed me as well as I missed her.

‘Sorry love. My battery was low as u predicated. I miss u too. I’ll behave my beautiful. Do the same. Our future is in our hands. I love u.’ I replied.


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“I only need 1more minute 2 spend with u. is dat too much 2 ask? I miss u dearly. I love u lots!” that was very sweet from my fiancée.

‘ Not at all, u can have me 4 the rest of your life. I miss u too’. I replied

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“My love! I have no words 2 describe how much I miss u & love u. U r all in one. Im de luckiest lady in this planet earth 2 have such a wonderful man lyk u. I love u lots.” Infect I was the luckiest one to have her. That message made me cry.

‘I am the lucky one babes. U have just renovated my life. U’ve made me a proud Shangaan. I love u’. I replied.

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“I’m thinking u my love. It’s so cold I need u. Oh yes, I know Presh was meant 2 be with Sol. Love u lots. Nyt nyt. Dream abt us!” That was sweet as usual.

‘Oh yes babes. Woza December, u will all be mine. I really want to be with u for the rest of my life. Nyte love!’ I responded.

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“Morning love! Hope u Slept well. Im going 2 church later 2day with my mom & will be back 2moro. Jst wanna say, I miss u & still love u. take care!” She was so good in communication. She had to make sure that I know if she was not home.

‘Take care love. Enjoy the service and be blessed. I love u’. I replied.

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“I LOVE U, MY LOVE!” that was short and sweet. I loved it.

‘I love you too babes. Take care of yourself.’ I responded.

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‘Hey love! I read in the newspaper that an angel has fallen from the sky. Are u hurt my love?’ I wrote to her.

“Hey love! U asked me if im hurt? Yes I am. The only reason I fell 4rom de sky is u. I had 2 risk my lyf 2 be with u. 2 spend de rest of my lyf with u. I have bruises all over my body, but I know ur love will smooth each & every pain in my body. I will do anything 4 u. Dats how much I love u. Take care!” she responded very well and I believed everything she said.

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‘Love! Do u know that Presh was meant for Sol. I wish to spend the rest of my life with u. I love u.” I wrote to her.

“Thanx! It is also my wish 2 be with u till death do us apart. U have changed my life complete coz I have u always by my side. I love u so much love. I don’t know what 2 say. Pls come back! I miss u!” She really missed me a lot as she wrote. I was almost five hundreds and thirty kilometres away from Pretoria where she was. I was in Maputo for almost a week by then.

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‘U doesn’t understand. U are not even willing to understand. I love you LaMahlangu and I really mean it’ I wrote to her.

“Oh ya! I don’t want to understand. How could u jst leave me behind wen u know that I needed u so much.” She responded.

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‘I love u babes. Can’t u get it?’ I wrote. She did not respond.

‘I said I want to be with u for the rest of my life!” I continued.

“Okay love, u have made ur point. I get it. I love u. good nyte babes” She responded.

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“Oh sorry! Did I wake u up? Shh! Don’t cy a word coz I don’t want u 2 loose ur voice. I love u.” she wrote. I had no airtime to respond.

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“things i love about u: ur very creative, u have an extra brain on top of ur head, u have a charming & welcoming smile, u have glittering eyes & I love de way u look at me,. U r always urself, I love de way u touch me, de way u kiss me & de way u… I also love ur sense of humour. I love the way u treat me. U have this soft spot 4 me. I really feel lyk an Angel when im around u. I can go on de whole nyt telling u what I love most abt u.” she wrote.

‘Thanx love; for all your praises. Without u I could not be where I am today. U have shown me the other side of this world. I love u Presh and I hope this will stay like this.’ I responded.

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“Things I hate abt u; um, let me think, eer, ish! U know what? Coming 2 think abt it, there is nothing I hate abt u. I jst love u. U r so perfect. I love u Mr. Mondlane.” She wrote.

‘Thanks Love. I love u too.’ I responded.

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‘I’ve flu, but I’m getting better. I love u. goodnight love.’ I wrote.

“Sleep tyt my love & get well soon. I love u! Yep I do love u. I love u a lot. Of course I love u lots. Oh my goodness, I love u so much. I love u. Call me crazy, but I love u!” She crazily wrote.

‘Thanks love for loving me. I love you so much that one day I’d take off my clothes and run around your neighbourhood (Montana Gardens) and tell them how much I love U. Finally I have met my match in U love.’ I lovely responded.

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“Goodmorning my beloved man! I can’t wait 4 us 2 live 2gether. I love u!”
She wrote.

‘Goodmorning my Angel. I can’t wait either. I love U too.’ I responded.

I then ran out of airtime. I sent all ‘Please call me’.

She responded. “Oh love! I know how ur feeling coz im also feeling de same way. I wish we both had money so dat we can buy a house of our own. I truly love u & I want 2 spend de rest of my lyf with u. I love u lots!”

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“Goodmorning my love! I hope u slept well. Enjoy the rest of ur day & remember, Presh loves Solly.” She wrote.

‘Goodmorning my beautiful. I’ll always keep that in mind. I love u too.’ I responded.

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“Hi my love! I jst wanted 2 cy thanx 4 de airtym. It really means a lot. I love u so much.” She wrote.

She appreciated every little thing I did for her. She never demanded for unnecessary things. I knew I had to spoil her one way or another but I was in financial problems and she understood that. She could be thankful for an airtime voucher, sweets, juice or junk foods. Sometimes I could not take it. She never wanted to bother me much.

‘Love u are so thankful to every little thing I do for u. I love u.’ I responded to her.

“The little things dat u do 4 me means a lot 2 me . 2 me it’s not jst little, it is huge. It is de little things dat count in a relationship. I love u 2.” She responded well. I could not resist such a woman.

“I love u.” she sent another quick message.

‘I love u 2 my Ndebele woman. Thanks for being my inspiration. Could u please come to town 2moro?’ I wrote.

“Sorry my love! I won’t be able 2 make it. I don’t have money, not even a cent. uSarah is on strike & uMahlangu is coming back next week Tuesday. I miss u & I love u.” she responded. Wow, the family was back together. Her father had finally reconciled with her family. He was moving back to the family house. I was happy, very happy for my fiancée; it’s something I wanted all along.

‘No problem love. I’ll make a plan to come and see u 2moro. I just want to touch and feel your face. Congra, your father is back. I’m happy for u.’ I responded.

“Thanx for understanding; But im not happy dat this man is back. I would not be able to use him. He used to give me money 2gether with my brother. He will also spend much time with my mom, and I will be bored.” She responded.

‘Accept it love and be happy that the family is finally united again.’ I responded.

“It’s my fault love. The time I disappeared from home; wen I was with u. their relationship got stronger & stronger day by day as they were always calling one another; trying to get a way on how they could convince me to come back home. Ever since; my father is spending most of his time here at home. For the whole of last week, he had been taking us to exotic places. Nevertheless, nothing I can do.” She wrote.

Without responding she sent another sms message. “Guess what love? My mom was lyk, Sindy, I want 2 send u 2 ur favourite trip. Im lyk where? She’s lyk, 2 town, 2 post my CV. Im lyk, oh yes, with a smile on my face. My mom & ugogo laughed bcoz they know dat im going 2 meet with u. So ul be in town at 09:30 on my mothers expense. Where shud we meet?” She wrote.

By that time she wrote this message I had already ruled out the possibilities of meeting her in the morning. I had already made other business appointments in Johannesburg in the morning of the next day; but I was prepared to visit her at her place before 15h30 the following day. By that time I was already in a taxi heading towards Germiston where I would spend the night with my elder brother. I hated disappointing her but I had no choice.

‘That’s good love. I’m happy that finally yo family accepts that I exist. Unfortunately I would not be in town in the morning, but I’ll make sure that I come to your place before 15h30. I’m sorry love and I love u.’ I responded.

“Love u don’t have 2 come 2moro. U will be very tired & what if there is traffic 4rom Jozi. Don’t strain urself, please U will come another day! I love u. Take care!” she was not happy. The message could tell. I felt bad.

I called her and apologised. She understood but she was very disappointed. Not after she had managed to get a free ride to town. I hated myself. I never wanted to hurt or disappoint her. I loved this young woman. She never wanted me to call her young woman though. She claimed that she was 28 years, only three years younger than I.

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The next day I went for my appointments. Again, I could not make it as I promised. The meetings took long and I had to call her again and apologise. I promised her to meet her the next day, but I requested her to come to town. She agreed. The next day we met in town in my office. I was the first to reach the office. I did not want to make a mistake. I wanted her so dearly.

We were finally together. We had to put our cell phones aside and discuss everything we said by sms messages. ‘Did we really mean each and every word we said?’ ‘Yes, we meant each and every word we said.’ That’s how we convinced ourselves.

We had a long romantic day and finally we got it right-the right way -right in the office.

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“Love, lets get married at home affairs and we will celebrate later. I want to be with you.” She said.

‘That’s okay, I’ll find out and then I’ll inform you of what is needed.’ I responded. I wanted to do it. I was tired of being pushed away from my beautiful woman. I wanted to put a ‘stop nonsense. ’

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She left very late. The next day I went to find out about marriage appointments at home affairs department. The only blow was; if she was under 21, then her both parents were needed during the wedding. I was disappointed. I called her and told her.

“All things happen for a reason.” She was disappointed too, but I knew very well that; ‘patience conquers.’ We had to wait.

Chapter 7

true love exist

by Solomon

Since we had been in love with Precious, I had never bought her something that I would be proud of. Of course I remember buying her an under wear which she appreciated a lot; few airtime vouchers; gave her my old cell phone, which she loved so much; but apart from that, nothing special I had given to her. I still had to surprise her. Her mother had made me to pay for her University fee sometimes ago, of which I had to pay another fee again some months later. I had no money but I believed that God would intervene before the dead line, and yes He intervened. I managed to pay the needed amount. I had no income. My business was failing dismal and my part time work was not paying much. I had to take care of my daughter in Maputo . At least my elder one was being taken care of by my sister. No matter how bad the situation was; I had to keep those sms messages flowing like flood water to my sweetheart.

I could not stop talking about her to my friends and relatives. She also told me the same thing. She was telling each and every friend of hers about me. I was proud of being loved.

Our day would not be complete without sending a ‘Goodmorning sms message.’ Sometimes she would send the sms at exactly 00:02, and sometimes I would be the first one to send her some.

‘I love u my sweet pie angel.’ I started.

“& I love u my chocolate!” she responded.

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‘I miss u.’ I wrote.

“I miss u 2” She responded.

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‘If u love me and u know it; send me a please call me’. I wrote.

‘Please call Presh at…’ she responded.

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‘If u love me and u know it, suck yo lips.’ I wrote hoping she was doing that. She buzzed to confirm. Yes, she was sucking her lips.

‘If u love me and u know it; open yo legs.’ She buzzed me and I smiled to myself. I enjoyed it.

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‘Please call Mondlane at …’ I sent to her after some few hours.

I miss u 2 love! Ull col u now.” she responded. “

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My cell phone rang. No one could call me at that time of the night except my true love.

‘Hi Love.’ I said.

“Hi babes! I just want to tell you how much I love you. I want to convince everyone that I was meant for you.” She said. Those were sweetest words coming from the woman of my life.

‘Thanks love. I love you too. Don’t stop loving me.’ I emotionally said. She cared about me.

“I will never hurt you nor disappoint you. Good night my love.” she said.

‘Good night babes, thanks for calling.’ I said, full of love.

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Normally I would watch my favourite soapy, generation knowing that she was also watching it. She also loved it very much. She knew that my favourite actor was Jack Mabaso. Anything that Jack would be doing she buzzed me, and I would do the same. I also liked Ntombi who had her resemblance. Anything strange she would be doing, I would buzz her.

One day Ntombi was having an argument with her fiancé Sibusiso Dlomo.

‘Jelous?’ I wrote to Precious. She did not respond,

Ntombi shouted at Sibusiso again.

‘Stop it!’ I wrote again,

“Always! When u flirt with other women.” She responded.

‘Now I understand.’ I said.

“Good!” she wrote.

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“I can never compare de love I feel 4 u with anything. U r de best thing ever. I love u so much. Please never change ur colours 4 me. Nyt!” She wrote.

‘Nyt love. U have actually stolen my words. I feel the same way. Never stop loving me. Please. I love u.’ I wrote.

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“Good morning love. Hope u slept well.” She was the first to send the message early the next morning.

‘Morning love. I love u & I miss u very much. My 45 is stiff.’ I wrote to her.

“I miss u 2 babes. I miss my joy stick.” She responded.

‘When I get u, u will shout my name. that day u will nick name me, KUKU DESTROYER.’ I wrote.

“U will have to prove that. I love u.” She responded.

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The next day she was in my office. Once she arrived I suspended everything for the day and focussed on her. We normally had romantic time; talk, laugh and share our past experiences. We talked about our future, families, friends and admired one another. Oh yes! I had to prove it the right way-right in the office-as I promised. I did exactly that. We were very tired at the end of the day.

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‘U made my day love. I love u & good night’. I wrote to her late in the evening.

“U also made my day. Thanx 4 everything. I love u.” she responded.

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‘U can fall from a bridge, u can fall from above, but the best way of falling, is falling in love! I love you LaMahlangu. ’ I wrote.

“Oh love, dats de best way of falling. I love u 2.” she responded.

‘If I died or travelled far ( Canada ), I’d write yo name on every star, so that everyone could look up & see, that U mean a world to me.’ I wrote to her. In few weeks time I had to fly to Canada on a music fundraising tour.

Without replying I sent yet another sms, ‘How can U tell the rain not to fall when clouds exist? How can U tell the leaves not to fall when the wind exists? How can U tell me not to fall in love when U exist?’

‘Accidents do happen. I slip, I stumble, I fall and usually I don’t care at all; but now I don’t know what to do because I slipped and fell in love with U.’ I continued writing.

‘Love is like a golden chain that links our hearts together, and if you ever break that chain; you will break my heart forever!’ said another sms message to her.

‘When the night comes, look at the sky. If u see a falling star, don’t wonder why, just make a wish. Trust me, it will come true, because I did it and I found U.’ I was ready to put a smile on her face and I knew she was smiling and feeling good.

‘Truelove is hard to find. Special 1 on 1 of a kind; but the love inside me is true. It appeared the day I met U!’ I was not prepared to stop.

‘U say U love me & want to hold me tight. Those words run thru my head day and night. I dreamt U held me and made me see that forever together we would be!’ I also felt good as I kept on showering her with such beautiful messages.

‘1000 words I could say, 1000 wishes I could pray, 1000 miles legs could walk, 1000 sounds a mouth could talk. 1000 times I’ll be true. 1000 ways to say I love you!’ Was I really going to stop?

‘I’ve got your back and you have got mine. I’ll help U out anytime when you need me. To see u hurt, to see you cry; makes me weep and wanna die. I’ll be right here till the end; because you are my love and best friend.’ She deserved it. I was crazy in love.

‘There are 3 steps to happy happiness; 1. You. 2. Me. 3. Our hearts for eternity!’ she had to get the point clear.

‘8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning… I love U.’ did she really know that?

‘I wish I was a blanket, I wish I was your bed, I wish I was your pillow underneath you head, I wanna be around U, I wanna hold U tight and be the lucky person who kisses U goodnight.’ I sent all those messages without her responding. It was her day. I wanted her to realise how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. She had changed my perception on how I viewed love and relationships. I loved her dearly. I had no reason to say, ‘All women were bad.’ If all women were bad, then my mother was bad also.

“How can u cy these romantic words when u r so far away. Damn, I miss u & love u so much. I wish I can jst fly 2 u. What r u doing 2 me? Thanx! This is it! We r meant 2 be together.” Oh, she finally responded.

‘There are Tulips in my garden, there are Tulips in the park; but nothing is more beautiful than our TWO lips meeting in the dark!’ I was not done yet.

‘I love 3 things in life! The sun, the moon and U. the sun for the day, the moon for the night and U forever!’ She could not stop me.

‘I love yo eyes, I love yo smile, I cherish yo ways, I adore yo style. What can I say? You are 1 of a kind and 24/7 you are mine!’ she had to know that.

‘There was a hand-count of angels in heaven; pandemonium stricken discovering that an angel is missing. Please call heaven and tell them you are safe with me my sweet angel.’ Maybe a bit of a story could make her relax. She was a real angel. My mother once said when she saw her the first day.

“Solomon, she looks like an angel. I hope her character is reflected on her beauty.” said my happy mother.

‘If love is a disease then I’m very ill. I don’t want medicine, I won’t take any pill. I will suffer this illness because it makes me see exactly how much U mean to me!’ I meant exactly that.

‘If I were a tear in yo eye I would roll down onto your lips; but if U were a tear in my eye, I would never cry as I would be afraid to lose U my love.’ Now everyone could get the meaning of true love.

‘If I could arrange the alphabets; I would put U & I together!’ We belonged together.

‘I wish I was a teddy bear that lay upon your bed, so that every time you cuddled it, you cuddled me instead!’ I wanted her by my side.

‘North to north, south to south and my best direction is mouth to mouth.’ was she feeling the same? Yes, she had no choice.

‘Love, yo legs might be very tired. Why? Because U have been running through my mind all day long. Goodnight love!’ Finally I had to stop. I could do it the whole night.

“My Love, u have said it all. I am so speechless. I don’t know what to cy. All I can cy is thanx 4 loving me because it’s all I ever needed. I love U. Nyt Nyt1” She responded at last.

‘I love U babes. Nyt Nyt!’ I sent my last sms message.

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“Morning Love! Bless the de I met u coz ever since dat day, im always happy. U r my endless love. Let us walk this journey till de end of de road.’ She sent me the message very early in the morning.

‘There are only two times that I want to be with u Presh; NOW & FOREVER. Goodmorning my angel!’ I responded.

“I love u. I feel so close 2 u. I jst want to pack my bags & live with u. U always know what 2 cy. I’m so blessed 2 have u in my lyf. I love you, Woza December!” she wrote.

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“Hey love! I think abt u everyday, every hour & every second. U r always on my mind 24/7. De love I feel & have 4 u can never be described with anything in this world. U r my best love. U r my 1 & only desire. U r my soul food. De king of my heart. G’dnyt love. I love u lots.” She wrote.

‘I asked God 4 a minute & He gave me a day. I asked God 4 a flower & He gave me a banquet. I asked God 4 love & He gave me that too. I asked God 4 an angel and He gave me U. I love u LaMahlangu!” I wrote.

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‘I wrote yo name in the sand, but the waves washed it away. I wrote yo name on my hand, but I washed it by mistake the second day. I wrote yo name on a piece of paper, but I accidentally threw it away. I finally got it right; I wrote yo name in my heart & forever it will stay. Goodnight my precious love. Babes I’m now writing a book about our love life.’ I wrote to her.

“Goodnight my Love.” She wrote. We enjoyed sms messages everyday of our lives. They made us to be very close. Even if we had no airtime, we could send as many ‘Please call me…messages as possible. I loved her and I knew she loved me too.

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“Happy birthday my sweet darling. Thanx 4 de airtym. I am missing u so dearly. I cant wait 2 read ur book. It sounds interesting & romantic. I wonder who inspired u 2 start writing a book abt our love lyf. I would also love 2 contribute. I love u so much my love. I will make a plan 2 come & c u sum tym this week. Enjoy de rest of ur day & thanx 4 all de wonderful & sweet msgs. I love u.” she sent the message very early in the morning.

‘Wow! It was my birthday.’ I had forgotten about it, but she was the first to remember.

‘Thanks for the message Love. I’m 31 full 2 day. Please you must contribute to my book. You must remember all the messages I sent to U. Who else, obviously U inspired me to write this book. U changed my world completely. Title of the book: My Precious Love. I love U.’ I responded.

Of course I had finally found the love of my life. Precious made me crazy. I loved her very much and I could not exchange her with anything in this world. I had no words to express my feelings for her.

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As usually, she became the first one to send me an sms message the next day.

“Goodmorning dear! U know what? I miss u so much. I even cry sumtyms bcoz im missing u lyk crazy. I hate being away 4rom u. I love u. Enjoy ur day.”

‘Thanks love. I miss U 2. Take care and I love U. ’ I responded.

“I will be in town at 09:30. Where shud we meet?” She wrote.

‘I’ll be home. Could you please come straight to my place.’ I responded.

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‘Hi love.’ I said over the phone.

“My love!” she said.

‘You said you are coming tomorrow?’ I asked.

“Yes Love.” She responded

‘I can’t wait to hold you close to my chest. I miss you love.’ I said.

“I know, and I miss you too.” She said.

‘Bye Love. Take care.’ I said.

“Bye my love.” I hang up.

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“I’d rather have bad tyms with u, then have good tyms with sum 1 else. I’d rather be beside u in a storm, then safe & warm by myself. I’d rather have hard tym 2gther, then have it easy at home. I’d rather have de 1 who holds my heart. My love u r de 1 dat holds my heart. I love u so much. U mean de world 2 me.” She sent that message immediately after our telephonically conversation.

‘I love the message. Thanks love. I love u so much than anything u can imagine.’ I responded.

“Love, I’ll be at yo place at 11:00 because I have few things to do in town. I’ll be paying my mother’s debts. If u could you can join me” She wrote.

‘I’ll definitely join you my love I love u babes and I miss u very much.’ I responded.

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Late in the evening, generation time again; as Ntombi had a conversation with Kenneth Mashaba; denying the fact that she was pregnant. I started;

‘Ya!’

“No way!” she quickly responded.

‘When was the last time?’ I wrote.

“…I can’t remember! It has been a while.” She responded.

‘Liar!’ I wrote.

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Ntombi finally got her DNA test. She broke the news to Samuel and they hugged. Samuel was very happy.

‘Ya! Joy!’ I wrote.

“Go answer de fone, now!” She wrote, demanding that I quickly pick the land line phone when it rang. My cell phone had a speaker problem.

‘Love!’ I said as I answered the phone.

“You are happy ne!” She said.

‘That’s what family should celebrate.’ I said. ‘I need a child from you.’ I continued.

“Probably next year.” She said.

‘I want to give it a last shot now.’ I said.

“Hmm!” she had nothing to say.

‘Ya! So where will we meet tomorrow? At the Internet café?’ I asked.

“Yes babes. You sound so down. Are you alright?” She asked.

‘I am. I was just sleeping and I woke up to watch generation.’ I said to her.

“Okay love. Goodnight.”

‘Goodnight love’ I hung up.

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A message entered on my cell phone. “I miss u so much & im looking forward 2 seeing u. I jst want 2 be in ur arms & let our bodies feel each other. I love u.”

‘I love u 2 my angel. I can’t wait.’ I responded.

‘Love is like sunshine. It brings a golden glow to its beholders’ face. And a warm feeling all over their body. It awakens souls and opens eyes. And when it’s over, it leaves billions of small memories called stars. To remind the world…love still exists and we are witnesses. I love u my Presh.’ I sent the message.

“I have no tears, coz I have no reason 2 cry. Love is on my mind coz I have u. I also love u my solly.” She responded.

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“Luv, pls try 2 get sum rest. If u don’t feel sleepy, here is a plan: first close ur eyes, think abt de first day u fell in love with me. Think abt de day u kissed me, de way u touched & felt me, de way u begged me 2 love u. Think abt de sex we had. Think abt de way I look at u. think abt my smile & de way I laugh. Is dat a smile im sensing. I know im de only 1 who makes u smile lyk dat. Nyt!” She started again. She was crazy in love like her Shangaan man.

‘love is when you don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream. I remember exactly the first day we fell in love and be assured that u are the only one who makes me smile. I love u.’ I responded and she buzzed me. Of course I smiled. I loved it.

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‘Everyone says you only fall in love once, but that’s not true. Every time I hear yo voice I fall in love all over again,’ I started again. It was late. I knew she was in her bed as I was busy on my PC. I waited patiently for her reply but in vain.

It was past midnight the next day when I decided to send her another sms. I was still busy on my PC, ‘ If I could be anything, I would be yo tear, so I could be born in your eye, live down yo cheek and die on yo lips. Good morning love. I love u, never forget that.’

I thought she was faster asleep, surprisingly she replied, “Thanx love! Goodmorning 2 u 2, I will never 4get dat u love me, never! I love u 2, more than u can imagine.”

“Love, I can’t sleep. It has been weeks since I haven’t slept well. I can only sleep between 03:30-04:30 in de morning & wake up at 10am. I wonder whats wrong with me or maybe it’s u. I have adapted ur style. Only difference is, I don’t work/type during de nyt. Anyway, I love u. jst thought I should tell u coz u r part of me. If im stressed/ worried I shud tell u so dat u can feel my pain. Sam applies 2 u. We shud share every little thing 2gether.” She sent that message at exactly 00:55:13 on my cell phone.

‘I love it. There’s a bond between us. That is love when u don’t sleep because its reality. Keep on loving me as I do.’ I quickly responded. I loved receiving sms messages from her. They kept me awake and happy. I was now able to read his slang type of writing. I could match her age by now. I felt like I was 20 years of age.

“I will always love u as u love me. Reality hurts. Im tired & I wud love 2 dream. Anyway, ul c u in 8 hours tym. Bye!” She wrote.

‘Sweet dreams love. I love u a lot. Ask me the meaning of love and I will share to u.’ I responded. ‘Love is beautiful, love is good.’ I said to myself.

“What is de meaning of love? I hope im not disturbing u.” she wrote.

‘Not at all my love. I’m all yos even if my hands are full. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ I thought that was it, and yes that was it. She had to sleep. But before she could think of it I had to send her one last sms.

‘I thought u said u wanted to dream. Please sleep love. We have a long day ahead of us.’ I wrote.

I expected no reply. I was just pushing the morning hours so that I could meet my love. It had been a week already since I last saw her.

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I slept at almost 04h30 in the morning. I had to be in town at 09h30. I set an alarm on my cell phone. At exactly 07h00 I was awake. I left the house at exactly 09h00. I had to walk to town and I knew by 09h30 I would be at the spot.

‘Hi love. I’m just leaving home. Hopefully I’ll be at the Internet by 09h30.’ I alerted her by an sms message.

“U better be, coz I miss u a lot. Don’t run love, im still far.” She responded.

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‘I’m there.’ I wrote to her. It took me 29 minutes to reach the appointment spot. She had not arrived yet. I had to keep myself busy browsing on the Internet.

Some minutes later, there she was; beautiful as usual and smart. Her smile mad me stood up on my feet and hugged the love of my life. Oh, we kissed. How could I forget that?

“Hi my love, I missed you.” She said. “How are you doing?” she continued.

‘Love! I’m doing well. I just missed you.’ I responded as we kissed. ‘How are you doing Lamahlangu?’

“Great babes! Let’s get moving. I have a lot to do.” She demanded.

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She was the Queen of my heart. We were out of the Internet café holding hands. We had to do three things she came for before we could go to my house and spend the rest of the day. She had to pay accounts at FNB, ABSA and City Council.

It only took us one and half hour and we were done. We boarded a taxi home. Love was on the sky; holding hands, hugging, laughing and kissing.

Few family members were at home; my sister, mother and my niece. All children were at school. She was used to the place. She knew where to get who as she greeted everybody. We could not hold or deny our feelings; straight to my bedroom. Romance as usual; fore play, and we finally got it right-the right way-right in my bedroom at the end of the day.

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‘Love I’m thinking u’ I started after some few hours she had left my place. Believe me or not, sms messages had made our relationship very strong.

“Hey love! I’ve jst arrived home. Thanx 4 2day I really had a great tym with u & ur family. Love, I really love u. I didn’t know dat u felt this way abt me.” She responded.

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‘Roses are red, sky lights are blue! Love is a drug and I’m addicted 2 u Presh.’ I wrote to her.

“Roses r red, violets r blue, as I lay my head down know dat ul be dreaming of u!” She responded.

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My appreciation to my new love;

‘Finding love is like finding one answer 2 all of yo prayers. Presh u are one answer to all I prayed 4 in my life.’


Chapter 8

challenges of love

by Solomon

Love without challenges is not real. I respected Precious a lot. She understood my situation, and she had brought joy into my life. My world had changed completely. She had never disappointed me, but one day she did the opposite. Something that left me flattered.

My beautiful lady always rejected my offers. She always said that she understood what I was going through, that I was not financial stable even if I could help. That made me freak and hated myself for being poor.

One day she came to town with a promise of money from a guy friend so that she could buy a birthday present for her mother. She never requested me for help, but there she was waiting patiently for her friend to help. I was not happy when she told me that, and I felt bad about it. It hurts. I hated myself very much.

‘Why you didn’t ask for help from me babes?’ I asked.

“I know your situation my love.” She responded.

‘Is the guy interested in you?’ I asked.

“No, he is just a friend.” She realised that I was not happy about it.

“Sorry love. I didn’t mean to offend you. I wanted you to know and be honest to you.” She said.

‘You love him.’ I asked.

“Not at all.” She answered.

‘That means you came to town for him, not for me as I thought?’ I asked.

“I came to see you love. Please I’m sorry.” She said.

I was very annoyed for the first time in my life with her. She had offended me. It was unlike her. Maybe my poverty will make me lose her. I thought to myself. I loved her and I did not want to lose her. On the other hand, she still had the cell phone number of her ex-boyfriend kept on her cell phone.

Though it was not a happy day like other days; we could not go home without getting it right-the right way-right in the office. I went home heart broken. I could not call or send any messages to her.

This happened on a Monday. I slept at 22h00 and woke up 48 hours later on Wednesday at 10h00. I did not see the Tuesday of that week. I blamed her for oversleeping. She had offended me. My love for her could kill me if she misbehaved. I loved her so dearly. She had made me to realise that one can get true love.

She never called either, and she never sent any sms messages. I called her on Wednesdays and I told her what had happened to me. She could not believe it. She also confessed that she had no feelings for me for the past 48 hours, but she woke up thinking about me so dearly that she wanted to come to town. I did not tell her that she was the reason I overslept, but deep down my heart, I knew she caused it. I trusted her, but I thought she was in love with that bastard.

When we met late that week I never discussed the issue anymore. I had to let it pass. I did not want to cause unnecessary arguments between us. Our relationship had to continue where it ended. Since then she never disappointed me again.

There was another challenge again. I was ordained to be a Pastor in few months to come. Her religion was not similar to mine and our practices were different. Automatically she would be Mrs. Pastor. How was I going to approach her to fit the shoes of being Mrs. Pastor? She had been in the modelling industry in the past and she still wanted to continue with it. How was she going to lead the church? That was my worry.

I wanted a woman who will play a role of being a mother of the congregation, and lead by example. I feared that she was not prepared for that. She was young and still wanted to enjoy her teen age. I was not comfortable. I might be at her level by getting it right-the right way-right at the right place; but I had a responsibility ahead and she had to be ready for it.

I approached her about the issue and about the responsibilities ahead of us. She had no problem at all. She agreed that she would be my best supporter ever. She was my match woman. Finally I got her, the right woman of my life. I could now talk about love and give its full definition.

Chapter 9

making our love grow stronger and stronger

by Solomon

We had a long challenging journey ahead of us. Marriage was knocking at the door. Though we were married in the covenant of God (had sex already), but we had to put it in paper and the people of this world had to witness it. Our parents were not yet informed. We were not financial secured. There were a lot of things we had to deal with before we could get married; our cultures and our different religions, especially on our parent’s side. We needed to have a place to stay; but all was in Faith. We had already made a decision to get married and move in together. How? That was not known. We had hopes though; everything was possible as long as God was involved.

We had to work a simple strategy that would sustain our relationship. I took it into consideration that she was still young, but she was matured enough. My first challenge was to build this relationship on a strong foundation. I did not want any mistake. What would be the strongest foundation? The simple answer would be, ‘God.’ God had to be the foundation of our relationship. Without Him, this relationship would not work at all. People would laugh at us; but if ‘God would be on our side, nothing would stand against us.’

So we had to embrace Christianity as the basic foundation of our relationship. My wife to-be; still had to test this religion. I knew that for me to convince her would not be possible, but it could be possible only through prayers. She had no problem with it, but she had to face the spiritual world. We had some few differences though, but we agreed in one thing; we worshiped one God according to the way we discussed it. The main problems on our religions were that; her church would not allow us to get married if I was not a member in her church. Of course I could not submit to her leader; but we agreed that we would make our wedding to be as neutral as possible. We did not want a big wedding, but we would love to have all our families and friends present. This was to save money, but if we had enough money we could throw a big wedding, which comprises of celebrities. She had already demonstrated the type of a wedding dress she needed. We were both willing to get married. That was beautiful.

Secondly; we had to consider and compromise our cultures. We had quite a huge different cultural background if you trace the history of our tribes. She was a South African Ndebele and myself a Shangaan from Mozambique . Fortunately, I knew nothing about my culture and I was prepared to go with the floor. She also looked modernised, but still she had to find out from her parents. I did not know exactly what was stored for us.

We also had to decide where we would have our permanent home. Soon I’ll be leading a church in Mozambique . Definitely we had to be close to the church; but still she had to see the country first and make her own decision. I had no problem. I would accept anything that would make her happy. Mozambique is my father’s land and I would be happy to have a permanent home there. South Africa is my mother’s land and I would be happy to have a permanent home here either. The choice was hers. Coming to church, that means we would travel every weekend if we were to have our home in South Africa .

The fourth thing we agreed upon, were a number of children we wanted together. I already had two children from my past relationship, and we agreed that we could have four more; girls or boys would not matter; but we were looking to have a boy first whose name would be Lordwish. It is a name we talked about day and night when we discussed our future children. Nanette or Angel would be the name of the girl if we were unable to get Lordwish. Everything would be decided by God. I was not that type of person who would give my children names with meanings, but the name Lordwish had a full meaning on its own. Nanette had no meaning at all. I believed in children creating and finding identities and meanings for their names when they grow up.

The other thing was; my two daughters I had already. She had shown love for my children the first day she met with them. She had admitted that she loved them, especially my first born whom she had once spent sometimes with at her place. Of Course she loved them and I saw that. She always reminded me to send food to the younger one in Mozambique and to save money for them when ever I gave her money. She cared about them and she could not feel okay to hear that they were having nothing to eat when we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. Now, what was the long term plan for my daughters? I had admitted to her that I loved them dearly and nothing could come in between us. One day we had a detailed discussion about that.

“Solomon I have no problem with children.” She said. “The only thing was to handle the issue very well. I would love to stay with them but I’m afraid as when they grow-up they might have attitudes.” She continued.

She was right. Prevention was better than cure. ‘I’d buy a house for my mother, and they will stay with her. Whenever their mother wants to see them, she would have to go and visit my mother’s house.’ I said. I could not separate them from their biological mother.

That was the only solution. I was not sure whether N… would give me my younger daughter in future, but the plan was to have them both and take care of them. I was not prepared to have Tracy by force. Everything was in N…’s hands. Precious also warned me to stay away from my ex because she might have a soft spot for me. Oh yes, she was right. I also did not want her ex by her side.

We had sorted that one. Our children could visit us whenever they wanted and would get support from all of us. She was quite a young understanding woman. ‘Would I have been like her, if I had found her with children?’ That was a million dollar question.

Through all my considerations, I then started thinking of a strong working relationship formulae. What would really make our relationship to work for both of us? ‘Communication was the key element in our relationship.’ We communicated a lot before we got married, and this was something that needed to be kept alive even in marriage. Communication plays a major role in a family.

Most men make a mistake of keeping issues pilling within themselves when they pass through difficulties. They would not share their problems or seek professional help. There would not approach their partners in a right and polite way. Once the problem becomes unbearable, they would take it hard on their partners and in that way most relationships had failed in the past. Women the same way too. They have a tendency of keeping deep secrets which they reveal in the later stage of their marriages. That had been the cause of many failed marriages. All issues should be discussed prior to marriage and be dealt with. That will then pave way for a successful and everlasting marriage.

As a future pastor, I had to be careful of spiritual interventions which might affect my romantic life style in my marriage. First of all I had to understand that spiritually we could never be equal with my wife. One day she would be down and some days on high note; and the same thing with me. I had to understand the calling of God which included family. A family need to be put first in order to work for God, because He Himself is a Family; God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Most of us, pastors carry pulpits into our bedrooms. When it is time to be romantic we get connected to the Holy Spirit, forgetting that our partners need us the most. It is true that when I am connected to the Holy Spirit, my partner will automatically be connected too, but we need to have time for everything. She needs my attention, she needs to talk to me and to be listened, she needs to be comforted, she needs a shoulder to cry on, she needs to be held close, she needs to be appreciated and be loved and she needs to get it right-the right way-at the right time and be satisfied. All these could be made possible by a caring and loving husband who is able to work his timetable right. I do not need to be a pastor when I am with my wife. I need to be a husband, not just a husband but a romantic husband. The same way when I am with my children, I need to be a father. I need to have time for her and the family. Amen!

Likewise, I would not be happy for my wife to carry a television set into our bedroom. Instead of giving me her undivided attention she would be busy watching a movie or Oprah show. Definitely I would need to be taken care of, and be satisfied of all my needs. Love is all about communication, understanding, compromising and supporting each other. When one is down, the other must help get his or her partner on feet again.

As one enters in this relationship; there are many expectations about one another. This is the thing we should be prepared for. If things do not go our own way, we should learn to compromise. Get to understand each other. I always think of my wife to be this powerful community leader; a woman who would stand in front of other women and come out with solutions; a woman who loves people and children; a woman who will stand above all women and become the head not the tail. Those are just my expectations. If in marriage that does not happen, then I should not think ill of her. She is human and she knows what she would want in life. I just need to support her and love her.

There are many things we had to focus into, before our marriage. I still had to register for my course in law or social development. She had to start with her tourism course. We needed one another. We also had to balance the love of our respective parents, relatives and friends. She also had a big challenge to embrace my lifestyle as a part time politician, author, and project coordinator and adapt to many trips I normally take; and I also had to support her in her last walk of being in the modelling industry, and help her reach her dream goal of owning her TV show. We had to work a combination between religion and modern lifestyle, which could not be a problem at all. This journey was a journey that needed preparedness; and yes, we were ready. Together in love we could achieve anything we were dreaming of.

One last thing; I had to deal with the issue of forgiveness. I had to pray to God to give me the revelation of forgiveness. People whom I had wrong in the past; I had to have a courage to approach them and seek for forgiveness. I had a challenge of learning to forgive myself before I could expect my perpetrators to ask for forgiveness from me. I had to start with my father in law to be and the mother of my two daughters. I had to humble myself before my father in law to be, and appeal for forgiveness as he had demanded; and as for N… and her family, I had to forgive everything they did to me; but it had to be understood that it should not be an obstacles on my new lifestyle. I do not think that it could be the right meaning of forgiveness.

Chapter 10

christianity and romance

by Solomon

“Then the Lord God made the man to fall into a deep sleep, and while he was sleeping, he took out one of the man’s ribs and closed up the flesh. He formed a woman out of the rib and brought her to him. Then the man said ‘at last, here is one of my own kind-Bone taken from my bone, and flesh from my flesh’” This according to the book of Genesis in the bible.

To sum up everything, the scripture state it clear that romance and praises began in the beginning of the world. God had created everything and had given a man authority to rule and to have dominion over everything that existed in this planet; but the man was not complete. God realising that, created a partner fit for him being a woman; for a reason.

“…at last here is one of my own kind-Bone taken from my bone, and flesh from my flesh.’ Adam quickly showered his partner with praises. Don’t you think he was romantic? Finally he got his match. God had provided. All animals in the Garden of Eden had been matched very well except him.

Giving due praises to our beloved partners and full attention plays a major role in any relationship. In times of happiness and sorrow; in times of challenges and victories, people in a relationship need each other. One needs to feel how much he/she mean to his/her partner. One should not feel lost in a relationship.

“…then God blessed them.” continued the scripture. “…that is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united with his wife, and they become one.” It reads. That is why in a relationship a third force is not needed. One could not have more than one partner. Three or more people in a relationship could not make one person. To be one, you need to be only two.

Many relationships had failed in the past due to a third force. A third force could be one partner having an external relationship. No matter how much one could be secretive, but one day it would be revealed. It could be revealed in many ways; caught red handed, through diseases, not giving enough needed attention to your legal partner or lose respect, the list is endless. What God had brought together no one should interfere in it.

The scripture continues, ‘…that man and the woman were naked but they were not embarrassed.’ It was love at first sight and nothing they hid from each other; not even their bodies. God brought Eve to Adam and they were both naked at the same time. They got it right-the right way-right in the Garden of Eden. They could not even realise they were naked because they were one and deep in love. Who would be embarrassed in front of his/her partner if is naked? Instead, they started realising that they were naked when a third force came into their lives; the ‘snake’.

This means that it is not a sin at all to have sex at your first day of your relationship with someone that you consider to be your life time partner. If you have prayed to God for a right partner, trust Him in that particular moment that He has provided you with a rightful partner. Never doubt God. God has plans for all His ordained people. “…a wife is not the master of her own body, but her husband is; in the same way a husband is not the master of his own body, but his wife.’ continue the scripture in the book of the Corinthians. This needs no explanation. Any person who defaults his partner and have external affairs has defy the law of God, no matter in which way you consider marriage to be.

“…do not deny yourselves to each other, unless you first agree to do so for a while in order to spend your time in prayer; but resume marital relation, but if you could not restrain your desires go ahead and marry-it is better than to burn with passion.” continued the scripture. This confirms the foundation of any relationship; which is prayer. You could delay your involvement if you want to commit yourselves in prayers for a better relationship and everlasting; but if desires push you; then look to your partner not anyone else.

In the past, pastors had been described as not romantic due to the way they handled relationships. Just at the beginning of the relationship when he is attracted to a lady he will use prophetic statements which many non believers and those who understand the scripture very well regards as lies.

“…my sister I had a vision. God revealed you to me to be my future wife.” They would normally say. Pure lies! Many ladies find it very annoying to be approached in that way, when they know exactly that they are attractive. Why lie instead of admitting that you are attracted to her and you would love her to be your partner. Most ladies had been avoiding to get involved with pastors. Some, before they approach a lady, they need to report to the elders of the church first. That is nonsense. It is a wrong religion. Simple!

What is my definition of marriage? In short, marriage is a covenant or agreement between two people. Once two people have made a covenant to one another in the presence of God that they love each other, and went as far as having sex; that means they are regarded as husband and wife. With the law of this world, legal documents should be signed and vows should be made so that people could be witnesses, but already those people had been married by having their blood mixed. That fulfils the oneness as husband and wife.

My God is a God of covenants. Long in the old testaments, most people made their covenants with God by slaughtering an animal. Blood had to spill as a fulfilment of the covenant. Jesus had to sacrifice his blood to fulfil the covenant of the forgiveness of sins. This means the intimacy of a male and female means it is a blessed marriage in God’s eye, before or after signing the legal documentations, and making celebrations of this world.

I with Preciuos, were already married. We were just preparing to put it in paper and invite witnesses to our white wedding celebration.


Chapter 11

my precious love – my destiny

by Precious

I have never been this happy in my life. I might still be going through some hardships in my life, but I am always happy because I know that there is someone out there who cares about me and who loves me dearly. The person I am talking about is my fiancé, Solomon.

This man changed my life completely. I met him at a point where I did not have any hope in life. I felt so useless and unappreciated. He just knows how to say the right words.

Solomon is an ever-laughing person, who respects, loves and cares for other people. He would sacrifice anything, just to help another human being. He has a welcoming heart and he is also so helpful. He is always himself and never pretends to be someone else.

Solomon taught me one important thing that I should keep in life, “Precious, you must always tell yourself that; there’s is no better person than yourself.” He said.

I feel so free when I am around him, I feel as though I can tell him anything and I know that he will never judge me.

One thing I know about Solomon is that he hates to be described and claims that no one knows him. He does not want someone to tell him about himself because he knows himself.

The reason why I say, I have never been happier in my life is because I have never found someone like Solomon.

My past relationships were not as interesting, fun, motivating and crazy like I am now. I was always treated like a ‘trophy girlfriend.’ The reason I am saying this is because whenever I wanted to go out with them or just wanted to see them, they would be too busy to meet with me. They only came to see me when they wanted to see me, in their own time, not on my own time.

I have a bad reputation of guys just leaving me without telling me where they are off to. They would leave from province to province without even saying goodbye Presh or it is over between us Presh.

Coming to think of it, I am not surprised now why they all left without saying goodbye. My father also did the very same thing. He left my mother, my little brother and myself without saying goodbye. He has created a pattern in my life.

I am now grateful that they all left me, because I was not going to find my Mr. Right. The relationship that I am in now is my longest relationship ever. Normally I would date a guy for at least three months and the shortest time I have dated a guy was for two weeks.

I have gone through so many challenges in my life. It all started in the year 2000 when my father burnt down our home. Early 2001, he also started abusing my mother emotionally and physically. I remember one night, he beaten my mother so bad, she landed up in hospital; she had a blue eye. Her eye almost popped out. When my father left we were struggling at home. He had left my mother with so many debts.

I hated my father so much; I actually never thought that I would ever forgive him. He has been gone for seven years in a row and we had not seen him.

Even if we were having problems at home, I always stayed strong for my mother, little brother and my grandmother. People were laughing at us, saying that we are living in a burnt house, we do not have anything, or we are so poor, but I always kept my head up. I always had self confidence, even though I was not wearing expensive and labelled clothes like them. I wanted to prove to this world that nothing beats the power of God.

In 2003, I started doing modelling because I loved it with all my heart. It was one of my favourite hobbies. Everything was going well for me. I was winning all my competitions. I appeared in the City Press newspaper as a ‘soccer babe’. I was also on morning live in 2004 on the unveiling of a brand new grand prix.

I met Solomon at a college where I was attending. I was studying travel and Tourism and also computer packages. I met him in one of the computer classes in mid-June 2006. I was busy typing something on the computer and he was also doing something on the other computer. We were sitting next to each other; by the way, he was a lecturer, but not my lecturer. We started talking and I ended up telling him about my sad past.

I also told him that I hated my father and I do not think I would ever forgive him. He looked at me and said, “Are you sure? This man is your father, and blood is thicker than water.” Our conversation carried on and he also told me a bit about his past.

I had to go away from college for a whole month. When I came back, one of my friends asked me, “Do you remember that lecture that you were talking to in the computer room, and you said, he seemed like a nice person?”

I said, ‘Yes.’ She told me that Solomon had started his own business and had left this college. She also said that we should go and visit him some time. I was not very keen at going to visit him because I hardly new him even though we had talked for sometime. I said, ‘Yes’ to my friend because I did not want to disappoint her.

We visited him and had a great time. The second time we also visited him, and still had a great time. I started to get used to him. He was also helping us with our assignments.

This one time I was in town, so I decided to go check on him and see how he was doing. I got there and we talked for a while and he told me that he was going out of town and he did not know who to leave to take care of his business. I volunteered to help him out for a week while he was gone, but I asked him money for transport. He just agreed.

It was so amazing because we hardly knew each other and I have only visited him three times, but he trusted me and I also trusted him.

I looked up to him as a good friend and nothing more. That is how I started working for Solomon and became his ‘personal assistant.’

He was a very friendly, kind and sweet person who loved all his staff members. Every morning, whenever he would come to work, he would start our day with hugs and huge smile. He made everybody feel accepted, even though you would think that you do not fit in well with a group of people, he would make you fit in and enjoy being around him.

19 February 2007, the day I will never forget. It started of as a normal day, but ended up as a special, remarkable and romantic day.

Solomon and I were very close at work, not romantically, but as close friends. He would tell me everything about his life. He also called me everyday, especially if something good or bad has happened.

On that day, it was the afternoon; we were waiting for the lift. Solomon turned to face me. He looked at me with those eyes, not the eyes that you would look at your PA. I also felt the connection between us. It was like he stole my heart with his eyes. He attempted to kiss me and I pulled away a bit. He came close and gave me a hug. He kissed me on my neck and looked at me in my eyes. Oh boy! I was taken he then kissed me on my lips and I responded. The kiss was so hypnotic. I felt like I was on cloud nine, but I pulled back; reality hit in.

I said to him, ‘we can’t because you are my boss, sorry I have to go.’ He pulled me and said, “oh, no we need to talk about this and finish right now.” He pulled me up the stairs by the corner. We started kissing.

“Precious love me.” He begged. I just kissed him as though there was no tomorrow. That is how I fell in love with my boss.

We were so in love, like no ones business. On the 12 March 2007, something remarkable happened. Something I have never dreamt of so soon. It was a very busy day. I was busy faxing documents to different companies. Solomon was busy on the computer.

Solomon called out my name, “precious, you know that I love you.” He said. I responded, ‘yes I do and I love you too.’ He was so serious; I had never seen Solomon so serious before. We were one metre apart. He popped the question. “Presh, will you marry me?” he said. I was very shocked and surprised. I thought he was joking because he is forever joking. I responded, ‘yes, I would love to marry you.’

Solomon jumped and came straight to me and he kissed me and said, “Thank you Presh, thank you, you don’t know how happy I am.”

He ran to the next office and told his friends that we had just engaged. He also called one of his friends in Johannesburg to tell her that he is engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world.

His two sisters came and he also told them. Solomon was over the moon. I was still shocked. To be honest, I did not even know what was going on. It took a while for me to digest what had just happened. Our love will always remain strong no matter what. We are always beside each other. We even started planning for our wedding, but verbally.

To day, our love is stronger than yesterday. We love each other more than anything. We call each other almost everyday, sms each other everyday. If we do not have enough airtime, we send each other the free ‘Please call me’, or we just buzz one another, which mean ‘hey love, I hope you are doing well. I miss you so much. Take care and I love you lots.’

When Solomon told me that he was writing a book about our love life, I thought that he was joking. He sent me an sms message, “…the title of the book is ‘My precious love.’” I did not realise that he loved me so much. Actually this book is dedicated to us, our love. Solomon is my destiny.

I visited him at his place as usually. He showed me the script he had started writing. He read it to me and I was so shocked. Usually I know that a lot of men do not remember the important dates like anniversaries and etc; but Solomon remembered everything from A-Z. When I read the script, I was shocked and I fell in love with him all over again.

I consider myself as the luckiest young lady on this planet earth. He walked me to town. On the way before the robots, he picked me up in front of everybody and crossed the road with me. He claimed he was not romantic, but he is more than romantic.

Basically, Solomon and I are very happy and we would love to share our happiness and our love with everyone out there.

You know what? My dream in life is to empower a group of teenagers out there, so that whatever they might be going through, they are not alone. They should always believe in themselves and keep their confidence.

Life is like a book with many different chapters. Some chapters might tell of tragedy, others of triumph. Some chapters are dull and ordinary, and others are intense and exciting. The key to being a success in life is to never stop on a difficult page, to never quit on a tough chapter. Life might have its difficult moments, but we should carry on living and not giving up hope, because you do not know what lies ahead of you.

A challenge in life is part of a training to prepare you for the future. We all have to learn from our mistakes in order to become a better person and to grow.


Chapter 12

love quotes-last show
(sms messages)

by Solomon & Precious

As a couple, we would love to send our gratitude to all our friends, colleagues and relatives for coming up with love quotes for this chapter. We real appreciate their contribution and efforts; hoping that the love messages found in this chapter will contribute towards keeping a strong link to those who are in relationships who happen to be reading this book. Our advice to all our readers is; do not compromise your relationship, just send as many romantic messages to your partners as possible. It could be through sms, mms, emails, mail or any other way of sending messages, like making a call or sending a fax. Just make sure that you give your love one the necessary attention he/she needs in a relationship. Good luck and keep it real.

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“This morning I was beaten by the rain, in the afternoon the sun was very scourging, I felt terrible; but when I am beaten and scourged by your love I felt terribly good.”
By J. Nkosi

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“God created you as my helper, not just helper but suitable for me”
By J. Nkosi

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“A dream costs nothing unless you want it to come true”
By J. Nkosi

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“Your precious love has turned my life completely around, I feel like I'm walking, but my feet seem not touching the ground.”
By J. Nkosi

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“One day you will ask me: What is more important to you, me or your life? I will say: my life? You will walk away from me without knowing that YOU ARE MY LIFE!!!”
By J. Nkosi

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“Sweet words are easy to say but sweet people like you are very difficult to find.”
By. Jane White

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“My love for you would never die, only if you keep my dream alive. I'll dream of you today and tomorrow; full of love and never sorrow.”
By Jane White

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“God gave me a body, but it became alive when you came into my life.”
By Jane White

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“To the world you are one person; but to me you are the world.”
By Jane White

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“I never knew what the word "Angel" meant, until the day I laid my eyes on you.”
By Jane White

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“Tonight I’m going to sleep earlier because I want to see you in my dream very early. Good night.”
By Jane White

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“True love never dies... it lives on and on and on…”
By Cecilia Brown

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“If you love someone, put their name in a circle, instead of a heart, because hearts can break, but circles go on forever.”
By Cecilia White

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“3 words made my heart beat faster, 3 words made my legs spin, 3 words made my world go round, 3 words, "I LOVE YOU"...you'll always be the one.”
By Cecilia White

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“You are in my heart, I keep you forever. Let your heart beat for me.”
By Cecilia White

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“When its low tide, I love you from my heart, but if its high tide I love you from my mind; because there is a relationship between tide and blood.”
By Cecelia White

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“You are the rose of Sharon; the lily of de valley; you are everything my heart desire.”
By Lover Boy

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“I’ve got nothing else to offer; it’s only love I am sending to you. It's nothing that I borrowed; it's nothing I would lend. This love I’m sending has a Lifetime Guarantee!”
By Lover Boy

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“I have no regrets. I will never regret loving someone because the feeling of love for five minute is greater than an eternity of hurt.”
By Lover boy

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“I smile when I think of you, I blush when you are around, I think Love is the reason.”
By Lover boy

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“If I could reach up and grab a star every time you made me smile; I would have a whole galaxy in the palm of my hand!”
By Lover boy

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“The shortest word for me is I; the sweetest word for me is LOVE; but the only word for me is YOU.”
By Mr. Nice

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“You add such beauty and meaning to everything we do. You give me so much happiness that all I need is you!”
By Mr. Nice

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“Gentle as the morning, sweet as a rose, my love for you darling just grows and grows.”
By Mr. Nice

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“When I cry I see you in my tears; but I clean my tears therefore no one could see you.”
Mr. Nice

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“There is a face I would love to see; eyes I would love to drown deep into and lips I would love to kiss; only YOURS!”
By Mr. Nice

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“If a big fat man creeps into your bedroom one night and stuffs you into a bag; then do not worry because I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas!”
By Mr. Nice

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“Years are like months, months are like weeks, weeks are like days, days are like hours and hours are like seconds ...when you are with me.”
By Mr. Nice

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“The stars are out; the moon is up, 1 more HUG, 1 more smile, KISS you once, KISS u twice, now its time for bed. Close your eyes. Goodnight and sleep tite!”
By Mr. Nice

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“I miss u so much I could just cry!”
By T.T

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“Somewhere out there beneath the pale moon light, someone is thinking of you; somewhere out there where dreams come true, Goodnight and sweet dreams to you my love”
By T.T

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“Why is it that I have to climb 1000 mountains to get to you and all you have to do is smile to get to me?”
By T.T

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“Sitting alone, feeling lonely, I close my eyes and think of you. I LOVE YOU.”
By T.T

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“Love is like quicksand, the deeper you fall in; the harder it is to get out!”
By T.T

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“Love is blind, looks only valuable things.”
By Spoiler

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“Wash your face and wash your feet! Now it’s time to fall asleep. Your eyes are weak and your mouth can't speak; so hope this night shall be nice and sweet.”
By Spoiler

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“If you could spend an hour in my Mind, a Minute in my Heart, a Second in my Soul; then you will know how it feels, to LOVE YOU!”
By Spoiler

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“Love is like eating ice cream; the slower you eat it the better it taste.”
By Spoiler

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“Days seem endless when you are not beside me. Nights are lonely and so empty. Only with you I know I will be fine. Moments with you are frozen in time. I love you so much.”
By Spoiler

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“Morning greetings do not only mean saying Good Morning, it has a silent message saying: I remember you when I wake up! Have a nice day.”
By Simple Thembi

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“No matter where you are or what you are doing, you are always in my thoughts with your smile, with your voice, with your touch, with your twinkling eyes full of love for me; and with you I have understood love!”
By Simple Thembi

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“One night I looked at the moon and the moon told me; why don't you leave her if she makes u cry? I looked back at the moon and said: would you ever leave your sky?”
By Simple Thembi

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“I can’t text you roses or fax you my heart; but wait still. I love u to pieces and just wish you would see that I care for you so much, because you mean the world to me.”
By Simple Thembi

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“Mountains can fly; Rivers can dry; you can forget me, but never I.”
By Simple Thembi

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“Don't call me a GODDESS, Don't call me a QUEEN, Just call me the cutest PRINCESS you never ever seen!”
By Simple Thembi

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“As you go to bed tonight, I ordered bats to guard you tight. I told some ghosts to dance in white and to make sure you are alright. I will ask Dracula to kiss your neck goodnight.”
By Simple Thembi

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“Love of my life, you are my shining armor, you are the light, you are my star; I will love you forever, No matter where you are.”
By Simple Thembi

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“A butterfly needs its wings, an ice bear needs cold weather and I, need you!”
By Simple Thembi

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“For there is certain someone who makes the grey sky blue, I'm glad to say, that someone is you.”
By Simple Thembi

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“Looks may capture the eyes, but it’s the personality that captures the heart”
By Simple Thembi

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“You are so special to me, that's why I kept u so safe in my heart where I keep special people like u!”
By Mafish

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“You are sweeter than honey; purer than milk; softer than flower. Since I have you as my lover, come to me near, I’ll kiss your lips without fear. I will say, having you is treasure and be with me for ever.”
By Mafish

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“I know I’m not the most beautiful girl alive or the smartest girl alive, but I do know I’m the luckiest girl alive because I have you.”
By Mantombazana

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“Never waste an opportunity to say, 'I love you' to someone u really like, because it is not everyday I will meet the person who has the magic to let you fall in love.”
By Mantombazana

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“Of Course, of all the friends I have ever met, you are the one I won’t forget, and if I die before you do I will go to heaven and wait for you!”
By Mantombazana

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When I miss a special person, I don't have to go too far, I just have to look inside my heart, because that's always where my special person is hidden!”
By Mantombazana

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“You are the one who holds the key to my heart.”
By Mantombazana

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“I’m in love with a wonderful man. He is tall and gentle, soft spoken with a big heart. I love the way I feel when I'm with him. He doesn’t believe I love him, but he will… Do you want to meet him? Go to the mirror. Meet the man of my dreams!”
By Mantombazana

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“Women are the most beautiful things to have ever stepped on earth.”
By MA

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“If I could give you 1 gift, I would give you the ability to see yourself as I see you, so that you could see how truly special you are.”
By MA

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“Sometimes we make each other cry and break each others heart, because we are lost in the prison of our pride and we let our treasure slip away, but 1 thing still stands above all this, and that's LOVE. It's all that matters.”
By MA

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“Receive my simple gift of 'GOOD MORNING' wrapped with sincerity, tied with care and sealed with a prayer to keep you safe and happy all day long! Take Care!”
By MA

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“In my dreams you are my life and in my life you are my dream.”
By MA

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“Love is not about loving the perfect person, but loving the imperfect person perfectly.”
By MA

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Lastly, we would love to encourage everyone in this planet earth to be strong in times of challenges and difficulties. When everything seems dark, keep the faith strong. Remember, you are your own HERO! We love you, mma…!

HERO

There’s a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don’t have to be afraid
Of what you are
There’s an answer
If you reach in your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will met away

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you’ll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

It’s a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you’ll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don’t let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You’ll find the way

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you’ll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

By Mariah Carey/Walter Afanasief

Back of the book

My Precious Love is the extraordinary true story of a couple who went through challenges and had no hope of finding true love in this planet earth. Perceived by their past experiences, they had ruled out the existence of true love until they found each other. That is when they started believing that true love exists.

Even though they had final found each other, they had to face the challenges from their families due to age difference, religion and cultural differences. Nevertheless they faced all challenges positively and determined.

Come join us into this interesting love story which compromises of conversations via sms messages, telephone calls and intimacy. What make it unique? This relationship involves an ordained Christian Evangelist and a super modelling teenager. What a combination!