My Roommate, my mesho

Before we closed for the holiday, I drafted a post but never got to post it. The first time, I typed it on my friends laptop and accidentally deleted it. The second time I typed it up and got ready to post it, but it somehow got lost. Just like that. So I gave up and decided maybe it wasn’t worth being posted anyway. But today, I have a reason to post it. Even if it gets deleted a thousand times, I will type it up a thousand and one times. This is for my roommate, my mesho, the girl I have gotten so close to and love so dearly.

I first met her was in first year at some extension hostel, and we became the closest of friends. I found out just how ridiculous she was when she spoke in a terrible Italian accent, and I was brave enough to tell her just how bad she was at it, and we laughed about it for minutes on end. She has been there for me throughout my up and downs, and more especially when I started my blacking out episodes. She has been my guardian angel, always there beside me when I finally open my eyes. I remember I blacked out in an exam, and she missed that exam and came to the clinic with me and refused to leave till the drip I was on was done, what a heart! We got a room together on campus during my second year and people told me that we would get tired of each other because we will spend too much time together; they were wrong! If anything, I wanted to spend more time with her. We reapplied to get the same room in this next academic year, but the new Dean of Students decided to bring in a new ‘random’ system, so I was ‘evicted’ from my room and she maintained the room.

My dad tried to plead with the man to get me back in my room, but today marked the end of the battle. Dad called me and told me that the Dean has refused and is ‘closing the case’, and I will have to find a place off campus. To be honest, I had a tiny bit of hope that I would be with my roommate again and it hit me so hard when I realised this was it. I hang up the phone and let it slowly sink in. I told mum about it and let her have a mini-rant, then she left the room and I just broke into a million pieces. My friend tried to comfort me, but I told her to let me be upset and get it over with. Goodbyes are painful and I suck at them! I am going to miss you, Lozindaba Mbvundula. You have been so good to me; you have been my pillar and my comforter, I am eternally grateful! Asdfghjkl I can’t even find the right words for you!!!

Here’s the list I made for you months back:

10 reasons I love my mesho:

1. She almost always says “good morning” first. With a smile.
2. She doesn’t judge me (from my very lazy attitude, to all the silly decisions I make on a daily basis)
3. She knows how to sing
4. She is so smart, and sometimes makes me feel so crap and that kinda motivates me to work harder *hides*
5. She never leaves the room in a mess
6. She gets me water from downstairs when I run out
7. We have the same sense of humour; we spend minutes laughing at the silliest of things. And we don’t care if we annoy anyone around.
8. We can have deep talks… about God, school, family, relationships, sandwiches, rooiboos…
9. She is a vegetarian, and never have I once seen her cheat.
10. She is a deep sleeper so I can make noise and she won’t wake up to tell me to “shut up”
11. I am not bothered when she puts her music on loud, because she has an awesome taste in music
12. She helps me lift my heavy suitcase
13. Because she wakes up early, I always find water in the kettle when I wake up
14. She forwards me funny pictures
15. She loves Looney Tunes a.k.a Ducky Feet (inside joke, people)
16. She is someone I respect, because despite all her greatness, she has such a humble heart.

I’m sorry, I have written more than 10 reasons, but heck, these 16 reasons don’t even cut it.

Stay awesome, mesho. I will (hopefully) be seeing you around. Thank you for all the memories and the lessons learnt.

One word for you babygirl: IRREPLACEABLE.