Any one who has ever spent more than a day with me would know that Rennie and I were very close. Just like Mary's little lamb anywhere that Kmo went Rennie was sure to go. I would forget anything at home my cell phone, phone battery, wallet, drivers license and life would go on, but God forbidooooo I forget Renee, Death, Death, Death!
Yes this was my thing, like Ike and Tina, Boonie and Clyde, or Hellen Zille and Lindiwe Mazibuko it was always Kmo and Rennie. Many people have drug problems, criminal records, and warrants of arrest, I on the other hand had "Heart Burn". If heart burn was a true indication of pregnancy I would have been "mithi"(pregnant) for almost 3 years.
I had come to a point in my life that if I didn't feel any sort of discomfort after making "man-jik"or magic with the Chicken Licken party 16 wings meal (which I shared of cause, unevenly, but shared never the less) *side eyes* I would just pop Rennie just in case i did feel what seemed like Batista's choke slam inside my chest but this one lasted a good 20 minutes.
It was only after I started on the 60's journey that I realised that its because of my eating habits that Rennie and I had grown so close. You probably thinking, DAHHHH! if you eat nonsense you will reap what you sow, well in my defense it had come to a point where I would have a glass of water in the morning and I would start getting all hot and bothered on/ in my chest area, so obviously what I was eating had nothing to do with my heartburn. *that was the intelligent me trying to justify that heart burn is not only coursed by indigestion and unhealthy eating habits* even WATER mos-tun, so I carried on, fueling the fire.
I laugh when I look back and how close this was to an addiction, if i had to collect all my shopping receipts, I'm almost certain that I would have been considered an addict. In retrospect YES, I was a junkie, and now that the revelation has come its clear that de-NILE is not just a river in Egypt.
This is for my former friend Rennie, we had some really good times and some really crappy ones, you really knew how to extinguish my fires. And maybe one day when I am "mithi" we will meet again but for now, *SMS tone* Please Call... ITS OVER. Pay R60 per month for your life cover sms cover to 32452 or STOP to opt out...