Before the beginning

It's unbelievably strange to form an instant, unconditional and long-term attachment to an individual over a silly conversation about Superman. Isn't it? It is. It is especially silly to continue an instant, unconditional and long-term attachment to a person who very respectfully asked you to let it go.

Is this really only about Superman?

'Course not.

Before Superman. He arrived at the house with a group of guys and there was quite a bit of excitement before he walked in. It was announced, his arrival that is. Some made faces, some seemed to shuffle with excitement... yes shuffle around... odd... and I, got ready to hate him. No, i didn't know him. His reputation had proceeded him, and I, being the ever so faithful friend, with an fairly inept ability to remember details, just knew, I had to hate him. So i moved far far far away. I decided I'd rather talk to strangers than even associate with the likes of him. Strangers it was... but not for long.

No sooner than five minutes after his arrival, this 6 ft tall, confident, charismatic, monkey... ( i say monkey with all the affection & adoration possible) dominated the conversation with talk and perhaps complaints about his aunt's a large processional wedding... Only God knows what the joke was, every one laughed. And I was in love.

Enter friend and M... "Nyasha, have you met M?"
Nyasha (trying to be very serious) and M(rudely answering for Nyasha)
Simultaneously: "No, I haven't" "No, She hasn't"


The real beginning.