Two people come out of a building and into a story

It was almost 17 years ago, when two young lovers’ worlds would collide. They came out of a building into a story, their story.

Young and naive, we both had our own interpretation of what love is. We came from two different buildings and surroundings. He came from a free, yet surrounded by violence, but chose his story. I on the other hand came from a building filled with comfort and security, but I too would choose my story.

He was in his early twenties, a vibrant Drama student from the University of Cape Town (UCT). I was a matric student (know as grade 12 now). We met at a shoot, where he had a big role in the movie and I was an extra. The amazing thing about the building we first saw each other in, was a mental institution in Pinelands. Yes, we first met at a mental institution those years ago. It would have been ideal for us to have met immediately there after, but it never happened like that.

What we felt in that building left us wondering what each of us could offer the other. It left a question of could ours be just a short story, or would we walk into a series of never ending chapters. But we decided to step out and see where our story would take us.

Years later of entering our story, we argued if marriage would tighten our story, or we could still be in each other part of story without marriage. I must be honest, with love and of course pressures of society, we decided to in favour of marriage and the whole family tree continuation idea.
Our story was blessed with our first son in 1999 December and we named him Warona. A Sotho name meaning “ours”, he was part of our story. Later in 2004 October our second blessing filled the chapters of our story. We named him Omolemo, a Sotho name for "You're a special part/important part" of this story.

Yes, it was those years ago; two young fools came out of a building into their story.