Learning to Dance Kizomba by Zimkhitha Sulelo

an excerpt.

My Holiday Shorts

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I am no different from other girls. When I hear a song I like, I always get up and say "this is my favourite song!" And that claim is not limited to just one song. When in a good mood, I sing in the shower, and I have no qualms about having my favourite drink before noon if the mood is right. And yes, I have danced shoulder to shoulder with a man and had him hold me tight against his chest and felt the temperature rise a little. I have done the worst that a girl can do under the influence, on the dance floor. Rihanna's twerking and grinding has nothing on me. I have called all this dancing but it was not until I met Omar that I finally found my perfect rhythm. And it wasn't on the dance floor!

It was the early hours of the morning, and I was lying on my back. His chest was firmly placed on top of mine. It was intense but not uncomfortable. The rays of early morning sun through the window gave us just enough light to see each other. He whispered, "Dance for me, Mama". I didn't know what he meant but when I looked into his eyes I knew what I had to do. I slowly moved my hips in small circles. He kissed me paying close attention to my ears. I had met my match. I could no longer play it safe. This heart of mine, that I have kept safe for years, had finally betrayed me. It could no longer be trusted, was all I could think of afterwards. As if he knew what I was thinking, he kissed me and held me close. And as quickly as he held me, he let go of me.

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About the Author

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Zimkhitha Sulelo

I come from a big family of five in Eastern Cape. I left home at 17 for the big bad Jozi to study Journalism at Wits. After Wits, I got a scholarship from Reuters to study Financial Journalism and later I joined Reuters. I quickly realised that reporting on Markets and the Stock Exchanged was not what I wanted to write about. I am currently in Cape Town writing about luxury holidays for a travel agency and I love it.

What inspired you to write your story?

I wish I could say that I wrote the story after a passionate affair I had one summer but nothing that exciting. I just thought about what kind of books do I want to read when I am on holiday sipping cocktails and the idea came about. Maybe many years of reading Mills and Boons in high school had an effect and my eclectic group of friends in Cape Town from all over Africa inspired the story.

What's your favourite book/story?

Every book I have ready has been my favourite at some point so it would be unfair to pick just one. Lately, I have read two amazing books, Half a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali and they are my favourites at the moment.

How much of your work reflects your life?

I'm fairly young so most of what I write about is what I know.

If you were to write a book about your life, what would the title be?

"I told you I would write a book one day"

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