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A simple story of hope

Submitted: October 05, 2017

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Submitted: October 05, 2017




The bus pulled up to the curb and stopped in front of me. The smell of exhaust fumes filled my nostrils. I looked up the glass doors and waited for the bus driver to open them.

The doors finally opened and I walked up the steps and put my ticket in the machine. It clicked and returned my ticket showing that it had accepted it. I took it back and made my way down the aisle to an open seat near the front. The bus was filled with people all on their own journeys in life. Some were friends chatting and laughing and some were moms contemplating what to cook for dinner.

As I sat down the bus pulled off and made its way down the street like a pregnant bumble bee. I looked out the window at the grey cold sky and contemplated all that I had done in the past few days. It seemed as if it had all happened a long time ago but it was only a few days now.

I was born in Kenya in 1976 around about 5:30am in the morning. My mom was 19 and my dad was 26. They had had a short courtship and got married after a few months. My dad was from Namibia and my mom was from France. They met in South Africa through my mom’s brother. My dad was working in Kenya  and living in a house with other roommates. Her brother was living with my dad.

We didn’t live in Kenya for too long as we moved to Namibia when I was two years old. I grew in a loving enough home with a dad who worked all the time and a mom who got frustrated a lot as she was alone most of the time. I didn’t particularly enjoy my childhood as I felt guarded all the time. With a mom who was strict and tried her best to be approachable and a daughter who wanted to be free it was a hot mess of personalities in the house.

I had two brothers, both younger than me. Both treated differently. The older son treated like he was breakable and the other like he was a permanent patient. But other than that we made do with our relationships.

I loved school. I hated holidays. Strange I know right! But you see my logic was I had more freedom taking a bus to school and being with friends than I did at home. At home all I did was stay indoors and read or keep myself occupied. My group of friends tried to be understanding but it was hard, when each time they wanted to do something with me my mom would always say no.

Eventually they stopped asking.

Well I grew up. Finished school and tried to leave home. I moved away for a couple of months but ended up moving back. Then I met a man whom I fell in love with and moved in with him. I think in a way moving in with him helped me get away from my family, so that I could be me. The passion and intensity was amazing but like a star falling to earth it eventually faded out. I didn’t know what to do with myself after that. It was 5 years we were together and now nothing!

This is where I was, sitting on a bus contemplating what had went wrong between Lee and I. Why could he see that I wanted him desperately to stay?  I  would do anything and everything to fight for the relationship! But that was received on an empty heart that had moved on to another. My heart was empty and I wondered where my home was now?

 The bus continued down the road and stopped every now and again to either let more people onto the bus or let them out. I sat there lost in my own thoughts.

I jerked suddenly as the bus came to a quick stop. It hooted at the dog trying to cross over. It scrambled across the road and disappeared down the alley.

I looked around as I heard a baby cry and noticed him.

He sat there reading a book. I couldn’t quite see what it was as his hands were low down on his lap. He had glasses on and was lost in his own world. He wore a light blue shirt and jeans. He had brown leather slip-ons.

He brushed his hand through his hair and it fell cascading around his face. He was mesmerising.

I couldn’t see his face clearly just the basics. Black hair, tan complexion, nice nose and mouth.

I turned back to look out the window as I felt I had been staring at him long enough. I smiled to myself. Here I was on a bus to who knows where just so I could clear my mind and maybe mourn the end of my relationship but I was staring at someone else!

The bus was leaving my neighbourhood now and heading east towards the bridge that separated the town from the suburbs. I had planned to get off just after the bridge and get another bus back over to home.

The sky was getting darker, not because the sun was setting but more because the clouds were getting heavier with rain. I did not think to take an umbrella and I knew I would surely get wet!!

The bus crossed over the bridge and I pressed the button for the bell. It made a ding sound in the front by the driver and he pulled the bus over to the next bus stop. After is stopped the doors opened and I made my way down the aisle. Other people were getting off here too. I stepped down off the bus and made my way to the opposite side of the road to wait for the next bus to show up. As I reached the bus stop I checked the schedule they had up and saw the next bus would only be arriving in 45 minutes.

I decided to have a cappuccino at the little café a few steps behind. I walked in and the smell of choc chip muffins enveloped me along with the aroma of coffee. It was small but cosy. I made my way to the counter and ordered a muffin and cappuccino. I found a small table by the window and sat down.

The waitress brought my coffee and muffin and placed it on the table. She smiled warmly at me and told me to enjoy. She walked off checking on the other tables. I placed my hands around the coffee cup so that it could warm up my fingers. I had my own little cup of heater. Lol! The steamy aroma wafted up my nostrils and I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

When I opened my eyes and looked ahead a noticed a familiar face. This time it wasn’t buried in a book on a bus but sitting at the next table smiling at me. It was ‘him’.

He smiled at me and I noticed striking blue eyes and a brilliant white teeth. I shyly smiled back and looked out the window. I noticed a haze outside which meant it had begun to drizzle. I checked my watch to see how much longer till my bus home would arrive and saw I had twenty minutes.

I peeled the paper back on my muffin and took a bite. It was delicious! I sipped my coffee and tried not to look towards his table. The steaming deliciousness captivated my senses once again making me smile to myself.

When I looked up he was standing above me. He smiled at me and asked, “Can I join you?” I was so surprised that I laughed. I said, “Sure.”

He sat down opposite me and put his satchel on the ground. He extended his hand towards me and introduced himself as Sam Stead. I shook his hand and told him my name. It was like electricity forged through his hand to mine.

He told me he was from New York and was in town on business. He liked taking the bus as he got to experience the local culture and people. I smiled and told him I liked to take the bus because it was grounding, a place where normal people were going about their lives and I could clear my head.

We laughed!

He said he noticed me from the bus. When he had gotten on the bus I was staring out the window and I looked like I had a million things on my mind. But there was a peace in my face as well. I blushed at hearing this.  I thought wow, he had noticed me first.

We continued to chat and laugh about ordinary normal stuff. Stuff we had seen on TV or news. We had two more cups of coffee and when I looked out the window again it was dark. I had missed the bus and it was now pouring with rain.

I looked at him a bit worried and said I needed to get back to town. He calmly said to me that I shouldn’t worry. He would help me get back home. He took his cell out of his satchel and called someone.

Once he had finished with his call he told me his driver would be there soon to give me a lift home.

He ordered dinner for us, a delicious homemade chicken pot pie and salad. We ate in the  warm lit glow of the little café. We laughed and chatted as if we were old friends. We had some sherry to help with the fierce cold we would encounter outside and then left. His driver was waiting for us. We climbed in the vehicle and he dropped me off at home.  I didn’t mind going home now  to an empty apartment as the hope of something new was in my heart.

Sam and I are still together today, after 14 years of marriage. We have 3 beautiful children, 2 dogs and 2 cats.

I realised that trying to force something to work is nothing compared to something that is meant to be. Everything is easy when it’s meant to be. And home is no longer a building but the love shared between two people who really love each other.

The end.


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