In the beginning.
It’s only the beginning now
a pathway yet unknown
At times the sound of other steps
sometimes we walk alone
The best beginnings of our lives
May sometimes end in sorrow
But even on our darkest days
The sun will shine tomorrow.
So we must do our very best
Whatever life may bring
And look beyond the winter chill
To smell the breath of spring.
Into each life will always come
A time to start anew
A new beginning for each heart
As fresh as morning dew.
Although the cares of life are great
And hands are bowed so low
The storms of life will leave behind
The wonder of a rainbow.
The years will never take away
Our chance to start anew
It’s only the beginning now
So dreams can still come true
Gertrude B. McClain
It was winter morning of 2010, everything was going well without a hitch. Nature in winter is a time of struggle and beauty.Plants shut down, making food, animals migrate to warmer climates and humans snuggle up and choose to stay indoors. The 2010 winter season was different for South African citizens as they were hosting one of the biggest tournaments in Football; the World cup. It was very amazing and exciting for both the country and the African continent at large. It was only five weeks to go before the beginning of the tournament which made the matters worse.
It was also an exciting year for a 15-year-old boy named Joseph Graffanelo, the wonderful and innocent 9th grader. A God-fearing young man with a mesmerizing charm. A boy with a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a pointed chin. With light brown Chinese eyes, which by the meanings of ‘eye colours’ indicate a strong and independent person who feels a deep connection to nature and the earth. A tall growing skinny guy with a coffee colour skin-toned along with his “always in the rush” walk and most importantly with a blissful smile. He was a chatty guy who was almost laughing at everything.
In his beloved church called “The Ark of the covenants”; he was one of the choir members of the church singing under the turner category. Their choir was named “The Genesis” indicating the first historical wonderful choir of their church. The choir name was inspired by the lack of choir experience since their church was opened decades ago; so that name was the irony of that experience and the beginning of new things. Joseph was committed to that choir. He loved it dearly. He would skip everything just to go to the practice; the other singers were as committed and talented as Joseph and everything seemed flawless for them.
On a journey along the interesting choir with its gifted singers who were famished to meet the standards of one of the best choirs in their province of Gauteng. During that enthusiastic year, there was an 18-year-old beautiful young lady named Portia, the most stunning and sexy woman with a beautiful voice. The first attracting thing about the girl was her dental smile along with her nice and unique two-sided dimples. She was blessed with long attractive brown hair. Her walk was as if she is trying to perfect it every time she walks. Most importantly she had a chocolate unique skinned-tone and a humble free spirited personality.
She was born in a Pedi ethnic group where the culture was a precedence and she, without a doubt, piqued Joseph’s interest. The first time she stepped inside that practicing hall the two shared an appealing look that Joseph as a man who is full of himself call “the love at first sight“. Not knowing the mere fact that when you accidentally share a look with a girl it doesn’t always mean there exist a spark between the two of you.
But the little boy was so convinced that the look was indeed love connection. He developed immediate feelings for Portia; he could not say a word about that at all to anyone or to Portia as well. He had a normal fear that every boy has. A fear of approaching a girl which is a common feeling that every boy has and it is normal because it is a fear inherited from the great grandfathers. After several weeks, he realized that he is cheating to no one but himself, he then approached Portia one Sunday after the church service.
“Hello, lady,” said Joseph to the lady.
“Hello, brother,” replied Portia, giving Joseph her intense attention, wondering what Joseph could be looking for.
Joseph then put his Bible on the unoccupied chair outside the church as the service had just ended. Portia’s actions feigned a message that she was in a hurry, although she knew deep inside that she had long wished for this moment to come.
Joseph, with a very blissful smile after being answered so gently by Portia, shook her hand and introduced himself to Portia. That was the moment they both wished it could last forever though it was just a mere handshake. It was from that afternoon that Joseph’s dreams changed. And it was also from that afternoon that Portia’s dreams became Joseph. The two couldn’t resist the charms they both exhibited for each other.
“Methinks you’re in a hurry,” said Joseph with a mere grin.
“Oh, yeah, I can say that…but--,”
“But you have time,” interjected Joseph with a question.
“Yes, I do,” Portia affirmed.
It was then when Joseph and Portia had a very long, fervent confabulation. Despite the fact that Joseph felt the difficulty of talking some of the things with Portia as a result of his age being the barrier, he could be a man enough to lead such a very long, interesting conversation with that pulchritudinous lady he had ever met. As boys will always remain, boys, Joseph wanted nothing more than the contact numbers of Portia. Although he was afraid to ask for them, he manned up and swallowed his fear and asked for the contact numbers which Portia gave out after a long enquiry wanting to know where Joseph and what Joseph wanted to tell him over the phone which he could not say that moment. But at the end Joseph as a boy with characteristics of a man won the fuss as he stated his authority.
Later on, that day Joseph didn’t have enough money to buy airtime but since he couldn’t wait to hear that beatific voice of Portia the guy made a plan and finally got the money to buy airtime that would, at least, last them longer. Then at about 10 pm Joseph finally called Portia the lady answered the phone gently and friendly as she was.
“Portia, hello”; she said.
“Hey Portia this is Joseph the guy from the church,” Joseph said full of credence.
Then they continued having a simple conversation like any other normal people without any yank movement. But Joseph blew it during their chat,the guy didn’t know what to say as he choked out of nowhere just like that because the alluring chick was so friendly with him and the guy didn’t expect that.
" Ummm, Ummm” ; Joseph sounded with a long pause.
There was an awkward moment for several minutes then Joseph decided to tell the lady that he is just happy that they had a nice lengthy conversation. Then after that, the two had none to talk about anymore as Portia was weirded out by the boy’s long pause and panic attack. That’s when they decided to call it a night, though it ended awkwardly but Graffanelo felt proud that he spoke with that stunning choir member, as it was the beginning of the voyage towards a good but strange relationship with his choir-mate.