Chapter 21
One morning there was a knock on my door. A tall man of good stature was at the door. well built, and as grey as father. He had come from Capetown to see my father, apparently about his recent move back into our old suburb. After a decent amount of time, my father called for me and introduced me to him and his son. Who apparently was a potential suitor. Confused and afraid I smiled and agreed to give it a go. I had nothing to lose. Jamal did kickboxing as well, and just like myself and Omar had left Taekwondo. Looks like there are more of us out there.
He had beautiful brown curly hair and walked with so much poise. i however didn't click well with him because he was a very shallow person who spoke only about his achievements. Impressive but I wanted to speak about something of more substance, like global warming or religion....knowing an individual's view on these gives you a good glimpse of who they truly are. It felt like he was hiding away who he truly was.
