Finding love after a betrayal.

The African sun can be scorching hot, it will heat up your hair until you see sweat start to drip from your hair down your chin. This was almost true for today, except I was using my study guide as an umbrella. I was just tired and irritable today, the lecturer spoke in lengths about lord knows what, I couldn't even hear him, my mind was just running around lingering on this or that. I sighed, this was the life I've been living ever since I came to varsity more than a year ago, I was in my second year of my nursing degree, but believe it or not I didn't have any real friends or a boyfriend, well I've never had the former. I was still lost in my thoughts, robotically moving towards my student residence room when I suddenly someone overshadowed me, I stepped aside apologetically, expecting them to pass. Instead the person stepped in front of me again, this time I scowled, excuse me! I said with annoyance in my voice. "We are not in a good mood today are we?" He asked compelling me to look into his face. He looked cute, deep rich brown eyes with honey coloured skin. I was annoyed, but even I couldn't help but notice how cute he looked. Hello beautiful, I'm sorry for standing in your way, but today I finally had the courage to approach you. You live on the block opposite mine and I always see you going to the laundry room on Sundays, I've always wished to speak to you, but I was always scared, you always look like you'd slap anyone who did so much as try to approach you, he said nervously. You are right, I feel like slapping some sense into you so that you move out of my way. Now do I need to get the attention of the security gaurd or will you let me pass? I asked with bravado I was not feeling inside, in fact I was about to have a panic attack. I hated being around anyone I wasn't familiar with, hated starting new conversations with people and certainly hated being courted. Boys this side know how to court a girl, they are from the rural areas where you can legit court a girl for three years and have hee play hard to get while she is not even entertaining any other man, I guess that's why when you try to dismiss them they think you are just playing hard to get. I though this one wouldn't move, as I looked up to him, he must have sensed something because he suddenly stepped aside and did a small bow with his hand outstretched nkosazane (literally translates to princess, it can also be used to refer to young unmarried maides or as a term of endearment). I will not lie, I was charmed, his chivalry was very nice to watch. It'd work great on some naive little girl somewhere not on me. I looked back as I walked away, he was looking at me, I took a good look. He looked good and he had a medium build body, his arms looked like he worked out. He smiled and I quickly looked away, increasing my walking pace and entered the door to my dorm. I guess he thought I was beaut huh. I couldn't really blame him, I had black cherry dark clear smooth and soft skin that glistened under the sun, it looked like I'd been kisses by the sun at close range. I had beautiful pinkish pouty lips with a straight nose and a heart shaped face. I always wore my natural afro hair like a crown. Combed out and looking like a very bushy shrub on my heat, I was jet black and glittered from the hair food under the sun. I had medium size 32 D cups perky b**bs on my chest. I had a wasp thin tiny waist and hips that flared out and a back that my mother used to jokingly say a baby could sleep on without support. I had inherited this body structure from my martenal grandmother. I looked exactly like her even from behind. I had thick thighs and thick soft legs with tiny feet which I hated, but it was the type of body that did get me a lot of unwanted stares and attention.