I've always trusted that every once in a while, God amuses himself by making our moments, days or months by shooting some excitement into our lives; you know, kinda to give us something to relay to our grandkids, excusing the mundane rat-race routine that'll probably be the foundation of "you need to study hard so that you can have a good life".
Boy was roaming around The Mother City waiting for the clocks to strike 8 so that he could roll down to a Jean Grae and Pharoahe Monch gig (mind you, I expressed my utter jealousy at my not having being able to be in Cape Town). Anyway, so Boy went and chilled in front of said gig's venue and then came Girl who stepped up to him and asked him to accompany her to the shops nearby. The gentleman that he is walked Girl to the shops as as they "exchanged syllables and punctuations"and subsequently hung out together at the Hip Hop gig. He says that they really enjoyed that gig and when Pharoah and Jean were done, they chilled until the morning - listening to the DJ's spin some...CD's hey? Seeing as vinyls are being *gulp* wiped out.
This lead to a pizza-breakfast on Long Street, after which, Girl offered boy her couch so that he could get SOME shut-eye before he went home...which he politely accepted. Upon his waking up, Girl made some beats for Boy to rhyme over. Boy says that they were really dope beats and all they used was her Mac.
When he relayed this story to me, he had just left her place. So I asked him: "so, are you gonna see her again?" he said "I dunno"...which I followed on with: "do you want to"? And he came back with "She's 28, Mot!” I wasn't gonna argue with my 23 year old friend. He decided to leave it at that. As to whether they eventually did get together, I dunno. I just really liked his story.
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