Why do Zombies Smile

It started long before, I just always allowed it.

"So you have a Horse right?"

"Yes?"

"Meet me at th end of the runwaywe can go for a ride"

"OK"

Oh my God he wants to go Horseriding with me. He was Beautiful, hee was so Nice, now he wants to go riding with me.

I should have known better why would a Grade 9 want to go riding in the middle of the bush with a 5th Grader, but I was besotted with Him He as pure Beauty, a Greek God, or Italian/American God!

Botswana, Gaborone, October 1991, I had just turned 11, it wasnt a Great Birthday, I spent it with Anna, my parents had gone to South Africa to celebrate my step sisters birthday, nothing different, it was normal, lots of things where normal back then.

We had moved to Botswana 3 years ago.

I put up with him for 3 years, and the other one double that, but like I said it was Normal, they where the older boys, wherever I went, whether it was School or my sisters friends, I dont know why they did this to all the younger Boys, maybe it was control, maybe it was funny to them or maybe they enjoyed it, I know they werent like me, they where into Rugby and lots of sports, they always spoke about sports, they said I was Lucky, Lucky that they chose me and not to tell anyone or my friends would be jelous and hate me and never speak to me again.

So I must be Lucky lke all of them said.

It started long before, I just always allowed it.

"So you have a Horse right?"

"Yes?"

"Meet me at th end of the runwaywe can go for a ride"

"OK"

Oh my God he wants to go Horseriding with me. He was Beautiful, hee was so Nice, now he wants to go riding with me.

I should have known better why would a Grade 9 want to go riding in the middle of the bush with a 5th Grader, but I was besotted with Him He as pure Beauty, a Greek God, or Italian/American God!

Botswana, Gaborone, October 1991, I had just turned 11, it wasnt a Great Birthday, I spent it with Anna, my parents had gone to South Africa to celebrate my step sisters birthday, nothing different, it was normal, lots of things where normal back then.

We had moved to Botswana 3 years ago.

I put up with him for 3 years, and the other one double that, but like I said it was Normal, they where the older boys, wherever I went, whether it was School or my sisters friends, I dont know why they did this to all the younger Boys, maybe it was control, maybe it was funny to them or maybe they enjoyed it, I know they werent like me, they where into Rugby and lots of sports, they always spoke about sports, they said I was Lucky, Lucky that they chose me and not to tell anyone or my friends would be jelous and hate me and never speak to me again.

So I must be Lucky lke all of them said.

It started long before, I just always allowed it.
“So you have a horse right?”
“Yes?”
“Meet me at the end of the runway we can go for a ride.”
“Ok"
Oh my God he wants to go Horse riding with me, he was Beautiful, he was so nice, now he wants to 
go riding with me.
I should have known better why would a Grade 9 want to go riding in the middle of the bush with a 
5
th Grader, but I was besotted with him he was pure Beauty, a Greek God, or Italian/American God!
Botswana, Gaborone, October 1991, I had just turned 11, it wasn’t a Great Birthday, I spent it with 
Anna, my Parents had gone to South Africa to celebrate my Step Sisters Birthday, nothing different, 
it was normal, lots of things where normal back then.
We had moved here 3 years ago.
I put up with him for 3 Years, and the other one double that, but like I said it was normal, they where 
the older boys wherever I went whether it was School or my Sisters Friends, I don’t know why they 
did this to all the younger Boys, maybe it was control, maybe it was Funny to them or they enjoyed 
It, I know they weren’t like me, they where into Rugby and Lots of Sports, they always spoke about 
sports, they said I was Lucky, Lucky that they chose me and not to tell anyone or my friends would 
be jealous and hate me and never speak to me again.
So I must be lucky like all of them said.
I only realised I wasn’t “Lucky" till I met him 4 years later, after I moved back to South Africa

It started long before, I just always allowed it.
“So you have a horse right?”
“Yes?”
“Meet me at the end of the runway we can go for a ride.”
“Ok"
Oh my God he wants to go Horse riding with me, he was Beautiful, he was so nice, now he wants to 
go riding with me.
I should have known better why would a Grade 9 want to go riding in the middle of the bush with a 
5
th Grader, but I was besotted with him he was pure Beauty, a Greek God, or Italian/American God!
Botswana, Gaborone, October 1991, I had just turned 11, it wasn’t a Great Birthday, I spent it with 
Anna, my Parents had gone to South Africa to celebrate my Step Sisters Birthday, nothing different, 
it was normal, lots of things where normal back then.
We had moved here 3 years ago.
I put up with him for 3 Years, and the other one double that, but like I said it was normal, they where 
the older boys wherever I went whether it was School or my Sisters Friends, I don’t know why they 
did this to all the younger Boys, maybe it was control, maybe it was Funny to them or they enjoyed 
It, I know they weren’t like me, they where into Rugby and Lots of Sports, they always spoke about 
sports, they said I was Lucky, Lucky that they chose me and not to tell anyone or my friends would 
be jealous and hate me and never speak to me again.
So I must be lucky like all of them said.
I only realised I wasn’t “Lucky" till I met him 4 years later, after I moved back to South Africa