Where did it all go wrong...?

The greatest moments are the unexpected ones

I truly think planning for anything is a recipe for disaster. Look at me and my good friend Zola. We had planned that last weekend was going to be an all girls party weekend with mini adventures along the way, we planned on this weekend being one filled with late nights at the clubs and alcohol in our systems but our expectations were soon shattered by reality,  ladies and gentle people. Friday night: That must have been the most fun we had this weekend, we went to dance practice, we had a mini road trip to Zo’s boyfriends house where three taxis left us on our way to Zo’s flat, had a lovers’ quarrel with Zo and we watched television with KFC in our mouths and sleep in our eyes. Saturday was meant to be THE day my people. The day of dressing up and eating foot (go ja loto), the day I would rid Zo of her fear for eye make-up and the day I would, for the first time experiment with eye shadow BUT this is what happened: I went to the mall and died over things I could not afford so I got some nail polish and eye shadow instead, Zo and I took a road trip to Silverliakes to pick up a friend and I got motion sickness on the way to and from our destination and of course the fact that our KFC evening totally obliterated our finances meant that Saturday night was going to be a night in with a bottle of wine at least. This is not the first time this planning strategy of mine has not worked, in fact, if I my memory serves me correctly planning only works in the academic sense. You want to be rich, you plan, you want to get an A on that exam, you plan and if you want to be leave your mark on the world, you plan. I believe now that happiness is something you cannot plan, all the little things life has to offer that put a spring in your step you simply stumble upon. You cannot plan to have a great time, you must just let life happen and by all means avoid motion sickness-totally uncool. Now fast forward to Sunday and there is sadness in Zo’s flat as she gets some terrible news. I feel so helpless around her and I silently beat myself for not trying hard enough to give her the Saturday night of her life and say a silent prayer for her heart to heal. After leaving Zo’s place I decided to walk home instead of taking a taxi, I mean Arcadia is pretty close from Hatfield. Biggest mistake of my life-I got mugged for, wait for it, a record seventh time. My fourth cellphone is taken and the two hundred rands I need for my dermatologist appointment is also taken but the worst is my fear is back, I thought I was safer here than when I was in Sunnyside but life is teaching me other things and I now trust nobody. Writing really makes it feel better. Lol, my boyfriend and I made plans to go to Gold Reef City on June 16 and after all the let downs I have had with planning I look forward to seeing how our trip is going to unfold. Till next time-take care of you and yours! Mwah!