When I started writing this I realized that Cheri and I have known each other for 12 years. In those 12 years, a couple of memories have somewhat stood out. Our friendship began in primary school.
I remember sitting behind Cheri in grade 4 and being completely mesmerized by what I believed was the longest pony-tail I had ever seen, and wondering how such a small girl managed to not sit on it. Being the new girl, tomboy Cheri took me under her wing and introduced me to playing soccer with the boys at break. Thinking that Cheri was a total mastermind, and that this would be a fabulous way to get close to the boys, I took her up on it. However when the game began it became clear that we were there for slightly different reasons…much to my dismay, Cheri could actually play soccer, and seemed to dominate the filed.
A few years later, Cheri took me under her wing once again with another athletic endeavor. This time it was karate. Once again I was playing the apprentice. It must be said that Cheri was incredibly patient and kind whilst witnessing many awful katas, always willing to lend hand. Chezz, I thank you, and apologize for, those times.
In later years fantastic memories with Cheri have had a slightly different focal point. This focal point being along the lines of alcoholic beverages. Tash and I agreed that this would be another fantastic opportunity to apologize for our murder of your hubbly at the Vaal. After a game of drinking 30 seconds, Tash tried to pass Cheri’s hubbly across the table to me. Even though we were sitting right next to each other, something went wrong with Tash’s sliding and my pulling, and Cheri’s hubbly didn’t quite survive our lack of co-ords. I remember lying on the grass with Tash in fits of giggles; with Cheri cleaning up her own hubbly, standing over us, clicking her tongue † the wise old drinker amongst us nanas. We are sticking to our story that it was in fact your fault Chezz, after forcing Sambuka and Sours down our...
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