“Voice note…Kyle, Hanlie… het verstik … talk bit later….”
Ek hoor die “ping” en sien die foto..gelyk!!… Ek staar… my nekhare rys.. kopvel kriewel….
I get a feeling, an omen, a 6th sense… I instinctively know…. even before I’ve seen his name, read his message… there’s something about this man.
I’ve never met him… yet I’ve known him forever.
I’ve never spoken to him… yet I know what his voice sounds like…
I know nothing of him… yet I know everything…
and for a moment I am scared…

“Hi there. Like to chat? Peter” A voice inside… don’t…
But I never listen to my inner voice… sadly so…

“Hi Peter. Chat will be nice”
“Leaving Engeltjie.com. Give me your number and I will whatsup you.”
“My number is xxxx. And while you whap me, give me a run down of the normal Q + A”
Whap: “Divorced 3 years ago, adult child, not been in a committed relationship since then, work in Dubai, live in Durban, come home often.”
“Before I give you my facts, be warned… I’m constantly on WhapsUp… 200 clients, 100 family, 5 children…”
“Engel, het jou man jou nooit destyds vertel die “Pil’ is intussen gewettig nie…”
“Ah jy praat Afrikaans!!! Nie 5 kinders nie man … 2 seuns plus hul vrouens plus my grootmaak-kind…” Peter: “I was raised English but married an Afrikaans girl… so jy kan maar Afrikaans praat met my…but I prefer to have sex in English..”Oh shit.. what do I reply to that…”  Luckily my phone rings..  Kyle..  “Mr Clever Peter, I’ll reply to this one later… have to answer my phone..” 

Kyle – “Hi Angel, you’re OK now? Can you talk?” – “Yes I’m fine. Where are you calling from?” – “I’m working in Malawi for 6 months – back home in 4 months’ time.” – “Where’s home?” – “Live in Cape Town”
For the next few minutes Kyle gives me details of his background – 48, divorced, two children, loves outdoors, broke up with his girlfriend 8 months ago, single since, a romantic at heart, loves to exercise, dance, big on trust…  He sounds easy-going, relaxed, confident…promised to send a photo.

Didn’t sleep well that night… restless…premonitions, visits from my ancestors… messages from my guardian angels… alles fokkin deurmekaar…the entire time seeing His face…

I woke up with a start… hearing my Dad’s voice –  “n mooi man is almal se man!!”  En hy is mooi…Te mooi vir my gemoedsrus… en dan sit hy nog aan die uiteinde van die aarde, op ‘n online dating site, praat met die wereld se vrouens.. not good… not good at all… not for my distrustful nature… Fok, waarin begewe ek myself… Hier moet ek uit en donners gou ook!!!!

Early the next morning – “Have a wonderful day” – and the next… and the next….

Weeks later. Fun and laughter, joking, flirting, calling… sommer net laf…He really made an effort. Calling regularly… talking about his work, his dreams… sharing the sorrow of a very bad  divorce… a change in future plans…the hurt… the anger, the sadness…the feeling of not belonging…’n lewe omvergewerp… the normal shit we all have to deal with…

I am getting too involved. Looking forward to the messages, calls… the days… And still battling with my inner self… this voice that does not want to keep quiet. That keeps on warning… cautioning… “Hou kop… jy gaan jou gat sien … jy’s hopeloos te naief….dink ‘n slag …. take stock…assess… re-assess…”

I argue with myself… talk to myself, to my dogs, to the trees… just to make sense of this so-unlike-me halsoorkop situation… why… google… Soulmate relationship… No, definitely not this.
Past life relationship…

When you meet someone from a past-life relationship, it feels that you know them , you recognize them, you understand….even when you’re separate. If it’s a past-life relationship, often hell, you’re getting ecstasy and agony, you’re getting powerful intensity and a psychic connection. But …its often plagued with problems….mimic addiction….. one call and you’re hooked.

But – clearly all is not well in paradise… things are not always what they seem to be… and a relationship needs two…  

In the mean time there is Kyle. En Carl. “Hi my Lady. I like your dress code… off to Vienna but would like to meet before then”. And the school principle. And, and, and… Sometimes it’s good not to know the road ahead… to just enjoy the now… and be thankful.. for the fact that I lost half of myself on the Peter-Emotional Diet… unplanned, unscheduled… but which led to the “tango-dance-instructor-ordeal” … a story for another day…

And here comes Kyle’s photo. En my onmiddellike gedagte is –

the meetings must now happen… and quick…

(to be continued )
HV.