I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t much after that phone call. I smiled as the words that he told me echoed in my head and I didn’t know how to contain the happiness that I felt. The most important emotion right now was gratitude. Just the thought of how my life would’ve changed if I had been HIV positive terrified me. The uncertainty had been killing me and the thought of having HIV was spine chilling. Coming from a continent where this disease kills so many others, I know there's a stigma about those who have it and I feared to be a part of the many with this disease. Health is wealth and this just further probes me to be as careful as I can be.
I looked outside the window, watching us pull into the familiar driveway of Aebischer's home and a whole zoo was let out in my stomach. What now? After his confession what do I do? What do we do? I don’t love him, I know that much but I feel for him. I'm st
I heard a knock on the hotel suite door and I sighed, choosing to ignore it. Time couldn't have slowed down, even for me. It was just an ordinary night outside of this five star hotel that had been rented out for this evening, exclusively for the Aebischer's and my family and friends. Outside of these luxurious walls, were people who went about their night as normally as they do.There was probably some child being tucked into bed at this hour, or a group of teenage girls sitting around on the floor during a sleepover and talking about boys. Or maybe a group of boys hollering as they dare each other to do something stupid and life threatening, or maybe a family that sat around their dining table and are laughing at every silly thing. I don't know. I just feel like there's more joy out there than I can ever experience. A joy I'm jealous of.I felt sick to my stomach, I wasn’t ready for this. This was all just way too soon an
"What is there to talk about?" I asked him as he decided that we take the stairs instead of riding in the lift and reaching the rooftop quicker."I just wanted this time alone with you," he said, his eyes looking straight ahead as I gazed at him, confused, thinking and worried, "I understand that things are moving a bit too fast and it's overwhelming even for me. So, maybe a little one on one wouldn’t hurt any of us."I cleared my throat and nodded my head, "yeah, I am a bit nervous. It feels like time is moving so fast. One moment I hate you, the next I'm kissing you in the foyer of your home in front of your servants."He chuckled when I said that, "we've taken a complete 180. I swore to myself it wouldn’t happen but I just never stood a chance.""Are we ready for this, Aebischer?" I asked him even though I knew that we weren’t. Well maybe I s
"I've never seen you looking so handsome, my baby," my mother said as she looked at me with adoring eyes, her hands on my tie, trying to do it perfectly. Her fingers began to clean off the invisible lint on the expensive suit, "how are you feeling?" She asked me and I looked down at her and moved a hair that was resting on her eyelash."Unprepared," I said honestly, "I can't believe I'm getting married today," I admitted and she hummed in response."It's ok to be nervous and unsure, marriage is a big step.""You didn't really give me a choice.""You always had a choice, honey. You just chose your own path," she smiled at me as she finally stepped back and I looked down at my brand new shoes, fascinated by the shining shoe."There's something that I need to do," I said to her, "I need to talk to ouma and pa. I can't do this without consu
"Oh my god," I said breathlessly as I staggered to my feet and looked at her, "you look so beautiful..." my eyes looked over the lace dress that contrasted with the dark ground and the gloomy looking air around the graveyard, she had her veil on and it dragged far behind her. She looked like an angel, an angel that God had kept all to himself."Really?" She smiled as she picked up the front of her dress and walked towards me and I met her halfway, unable to stop myself from holding her hands in mine and stepped even closer to her."I...oh my god," I chuckled, "wow..." And here I thought I knew beauty."What are you doing here?" She asked me delicately, her tiny hands clutching mine a little bit harder.I looked around and then at her, until the same question left my lips, "what are you doing here?""Daddy," she began, furrowing her eyebrows, "it's
Stubborn and strong willed, that's who I am, and those two words define Celeste Khoza in a nutshell. I've always been a bit of a...let's say, I've always had high standards when it came to anything in my life. Ever since I was a toddler, I have always gotten what I wanted from my parents. Don't get me wrong I'm neither the only child my parents have had nor are they recipients of old money. Matter of fact, my parents are from humble beginnings. My father was born in a family of 11 that lived in a one bedroom flat in Hillbrow, Johannesburg and my mother lived with her grandparents and four cousins in a shack in rural Tembisa. My mother always told me that she was a young girl who had big dreams of taking over the world and her grandparents made her believe that anything was possible which was why she worked so hard at school and managed to get a bursary to study at any university of her choice. During her first year, she stumbled into my drunken father one night at
Stubborn and strong willed, that's who I am, and those two words define Celeste Khoza in a nutshell. I've always been a bit of a...let's say, I've always had high standards when it came to anything in my life. Ever since I was a toddler, I have always gotten what I wanted from my parents. Don't get me wrong I'm neither the only child my parents have had nor are they recipients of old money. Matter of fact, my parents are from humble beginnings. My father was born in a family of 11 that lived in a one bedroom flat in Hillbrow, Johannesburg and my mother lived with her grandparents and four cousins in a shack in rural Tembisa. My mother always told me that she was a young girl who had big dreams of taking over the world and her grandparents made her believe that anything was possible which was why she worked so hard at school and managed to get a bursary to study at any university of her choice. During her first year, she stumbled into my drunken father one night at
After my parents woke up before the sun even rose, which is the time that they always wake up whenever they are home. They sleep at 18:30 and are awake by 05:30, and when I open my eyes an hour later my mum's already cooked an entire buffet for breakfast. She prefers to cook for us instead of having a chef because we were once poisoned by a chef that my father hired. It turned the chef had an affair with my father at some point and because he didn’t want to be with her anymore, she tried to kill the whole family. It was a long time ago, I believe I was three at that time, and my mother has long since forgotten about that incident so I didn’t dwell on it either.During breakfast, my parents promised to spend the day with me and forced me to call into work sick. Which is why four hours later I'm all dressed up for the mini birthday celebration. I had on one of my new wigs because I wanted to try a new look. It was a shiny black bodywave of rich and lu
"Are you sure your parents aren't smoking some hectic shit?" Thembisa asked me, her Cape Townian accent thick, as she poured some boiling water into the two mugs for us to have some coffee.I rolled my eyes, "at this point I don't even know. They might be.""Yoh, because let me tell you something, there's this new drug called Flakka, you should see how people act. I'm telling you, your parents," she paused as she dramatically pouted, "your parents are smoking that shit!"I laughed and she joined in as she sat down and opened her legs, cleaning her teeth with her nail as she burped loudly, "what's up?" she asked me as she sipped from her coffee and I fought hard not to slam her legs closed, slap her across t