No story ever ends. Where there appears to be an end, it is always a mere beginning. But each beginning is a continuation from a previous story which never ended, a story in the present. And thus, the story continues.
Yesterday. That's when it happened. Johannesburg Park Station. That's where it all start ed. No, maybe that's not where it all started, but I can explain, for there 's more. I have taken the decision to tell the story so that by the time you see me there are no questions and, certainly, no answers and explanations expected. Let us just stroll through this thing called life and take up all the good it throws at us and avoid or fight off the ob noxious aspects. Yesterday raises many questions as much as it presents many answers . These answers , in turn, raise more questions. Slowly oozing down on the escalator at the park s tation in Joburg , the Gautrain Station side, I noticed a familiar f igure cutting through the large crowds, headed my way, coming from the Wanderers taxi rank side. My memory quickly rushed back to the hectic varsity days, and, for a moment I could see her strolling along the varsity corridors on her trademark mini skirts , her confidence...
My wife's screaming brought me back to the real world. Already, her dropped jaw had numbed my arms and hands to the point of letting go of Thulsie . I mean, t here I was , ecstatically holding another woman , right in front of my bemused wife and kid. Imagine the horror! Th at beautiful moment between Thulsie and I which seemed to last forever brought a flood of memories . B ut then, as soon as it started, it all quickly came to a halt. T here we were, and there w as my wife and daughter standing right next to me , observing everything. I had to quickly disengage from one side and re-engage on the other. Quickly! No one had to tell me that I had to explain all that which had just happened . Look, m y brain i s often quick when it c omes to crafting fictitious stories to explain - away any situation I got myself into , but this time that huge boneless meat seemed to have shrunk to the most basic homo naledi level it co uld ever be. Yes, i t all happened...
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