Friendships

 At some point in our lives, we meet certain people. These people, no matter what they do, or what happens along the way, will leave their foot prints all over you; muddy or otherwise. They say friendships that are forged after university are the ones to last longer because at that point in your life, you know the kind of people you want to surround yourself with(I don’t actually know who made this statement, so please don’t ask)

I can say that I have been blessed with three really wonderful human beings in my life, not all the time wonderful though, but it will do. So today, I am stepping out of my normal routine of making their lives as miserable as I can manage, to shining the limelight on them.

I have known RAF for a very long time, though during a greater part of that point, we were not as cool.  My cousin would talk about him a lot, and the fact that I went to the same senior high as him didn’t help either, because I got asked questions about him; answers I didn’t have. He is a clever young man and a funny one, if he wants to, I must add.

He and I became really close, though, after Uni. I think I commented on a tweet of his about music, I believe, and the rest they say is friendship history. He would always tell me I say the most ridiculous things, which I do by the way. I remember our very first meeting; he asked when I would get married because most of the females that he knew, who are our age mates were getting married. I told him when I find someone crazy enough to want to marry me. I know I caught him off guard with that statement, I didn’t care either.

We have the same interests; writing, reading blog feeds, music, talking trash most of the time, teasing the heck out of people(mostly me, with him  just shaking his head), talking about getting jobs and me pursuing my interest in music, cause I’m a songwriter as well. He is the one who actually pushed me to start blogging and rather stop talking about wanting to start a blog. Every time I would say “I have to start my blog again” he would say “just start it already, all you do is say I want to start my blog”. So I went and did this. He encouraged me when I talked about getting a job at a radio station; I think he actually suggested I do that…yeah. I work at a radio station now. Smart ass

When I told him I was going to write a post on him and the guys, he told me not to write anything that I will regret later, but he was going to give me the benefit of the doubt for once in my life…lmao!

What I admire about him though is his tenacity to go after what he believes. I have never seen someone who is always planning, always trying to come up with ideas to enable him make something of himself. He is a go-getter. He is quite, until he gets to know how chill he can be with you, and then he lets you have it.

Then, there is FAROUK or ZIN, if you like. I met this light-skinned young man way before I was cool with RAF. I remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. I went to his house to visit my friend, who is a cousin to him, and I remember thinking to myself when I saw him “who is this short person?” *no offence ZIN* The next time I saw him though, he had grown so tall, I had to be sure that he was actually the person that I met the first time around. He and I have this understanding that is just beyond. I talk to him about cooking, because he likes to cook and humble brags about it too; he is actually a good cook…so. Yes, we have similar interests as well; reading, music, and making videos of him “rapping’’. As if

The thing I admire most about ZIN, apart from the fact that he is so geared towards getting his body into shape for the most gruesome two years of his life that he will go through, is the incredible strength that he has. He recently had to endure a great loss, and the way that he handled all of that pain, made me respect him even more. My heart just went out to him, and I legit shed a tear.  He will let you know when you have offended him. Straight as a rule…lol

Last, but certainly not the least, there is ABU KADIR. Though I have know him but a few months, he has or rather impresses me A LOT. Before I came into contact with this gentleman, I had heard about him from RAF, who is his cousin. RAF would always compare me to this cousin of his, saying that we didn’t have censored mouths, because we use too much of the ‘F’ word in our vocabulary. I thought he was just joking, until I met ABU, then I realized what RAF meant. I have never felt more awkward or shy talking to the boys than when he is around cause he goes above and beyond; which is fun, most of the times. If I was a white girl, I know that my face would always be the colour of beet roots every time I hear him talk. This gentleman certainly has a mouth on him. And here I was, thinking I had a foul mouth.

This gentleman is so focused, yeah, that he has to be told to take rests before he does. His sense of purpose pushes me to want to do better at everything I have set my mind on. You know the kind of people that you just want to hear talk, because you learn a thing or two from what they tell you? Yea, he is like that. I like people like that; focused as hell

I remember having a conversation with him and he was like if you are working for yourself, if you have your own business, there is never a time that you would think ‘ok so I have made enough money, let me stop. No. You never get to a point and say ‘I’m tired. I want to stop now. You keep pushing yourself, you know why, because it’s your business, it is where your sustenance comes from’.

But then again, he cares enough to listen to you when you are talking about your problems or issues that you have at work, even if he decides to make really embarrassing comments; to see how you react or just to make you feel awkward, after which he tells you what he thinks.

One thing about these three that irks me though, is that, they make plans and exclude me; mostly because they know I wouldn’t be able to make it, but dammit, it wouldn’t hurt to ask *stadium* and to add insult to injury, they are Chelsea fans. Side note boys; I am the glue that keeps the group together.

You know what I learned from these three though; aside trash talking and cussing. You have to go out there and get what you want. You have to work hard to reach your goals, because nobody is going to do that for you. Your next project should be better than your previous and your goals should be your motivation, but most importantly, you must love what you do. 

p.s. I learned all these by observing them, together and individually. They will either not talk to me after reading this or they will tease me for being a softie. Either way, I still adore and appreciate them.

This post first appeared on redhairedgurrl

xo