My nostalgic journey continues and there might be a series of this so be prepared- the first kiss, drink, first puff of sigara and just to preserve my dignity and I know the young ones read these blogs I shall only dwell on these three……….


I had the unenviable task of washing my Dad’s socks as his favourite child/daughter. This boy that I liked who was so cute and was in Form Four when I had just gone into Form Two, now this is the older person scenario. He came visiting and while I was washing those infernal socks there was a rap on the mabati fence and I went to talk to him leaving those socks soaking. Certain things you are still unsure about like kissing and after being brought up on a surfeit of Hindi movies where they never kissed only some chases around the parks amid flowers. I had no idea that happened at all. After some silly chat, it was time for him to go, he held me in an embrace and kissed me eeuch, yikes, and what was that. I went straight back to the socks and wiped my mouth with them. I am happy to say that I soon learnt to experience and enjoy kissing….. To be continued………

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