The Moment I Discovered That Age Is Just A Number
I never thought a stranger's perfume could change the entire course of my life. But there I was, thirty thousand feet above the Indian Ocean, about to find out just how wrong I was about everything I thought I wanted. "Please fasten your seatbelts, we are beginning our descent into Bali," the flight attendant said over the intercom, and my stomach dropped… not from the turbulence, but from what had already happened two rows behind me. My name is Thabo, and I was 25 years old, flying to Bali completely alone, mostly because I needed to prove to myself that I could still do something spontaneous before life swallowed me whole with responsibilities. I had just resigned from a job that was draining my soul, and I figured… why not treat myself to two weeks of sun, rice fields, and cheap cocktails before I had to be a "responsible adult" again. The flight from Johannesburg had been long, with a layover in Singapore that left me exhausted and grumpy. I was the ki...