The prodical roommate departs for greener pastures

Just as I was beginning to warm to the idea of coming home to a mini-Ringo Madlingozi concert and a bit of gospel thrown in there for good measure, the prodical room-mates left me. But she couldn't have chosen a more fitting day to tell me this. You see my medical student roomie is a really really nice girl. She smiles, laughs, listens to my bitching and moaning and of course likes music. It might not be a good thing for her to be listening to Ringo Madlingozi at mid-night but its music nonetheless. In fact I was beginning to warm to the idea of having mini-gospel concerts at not-so-Godly hours of the night but sadly she is leaving me. You see I have been threatening her with the promise of a home-cooked meal since I arrived at the commune. last Sunday, I told her that I would finally cook for her, I mean If Nigella and jamie can do it...Tuesday night arrived and I cooked for my roomie and she loved the food. Then she "suddenly" got an sms with a promise of Greener pastures somewhere in Observatory, and i came back Wednesday morning and medical student roomie was gone. I know what you thinking, and yes i also suspect that she left because of the food. She is probably sitting there in medical student haven (where she not resides) with other medical students and discussing the Medula Oblingata or whatever medical students talk about when they alone. And Im stuck in the chandelier-lit room with a suspicious urge to put on a mini-Ringo concert.

please stop the music

So my criss-crossing around the Cape has landed me in a commune, somewhere near a train station. I like the place, it's got character. the place is owned by an Indian guy, who lives with his family and shares the rather large house with the rest of us dilinquents. So, there is the smell of insence upstairs, my room has a large chandelier that lights up like a freeking Christmas Tree..like I said lots and lots of charecter in this house. I am sharing my space with a medical student. She is from a place far far away (can't remember the name) and pretty naive about life in the big city but that's a story for another day. Then there are other UCT students roaming around the house, but my hopes for all-night partying were dashed as soon as I met everyone. The only kind of party one can possibly hope for among this crop of future academeic assassins, is one involving a hymm book and a couple of verses from the Bible. You can imagine what it must be like to be a dilinquent in a house full of "serious" students, not fun. Needless to say that I was subjected to a marathon session of gospel music and Ringo Madlingozi on a SUnday night. At first I was like "how bad can this be" and tried to listen, but 3 hours later I was about ready to kill someone. I'm sure Ringo is a nice chap, and his music is beautiful. But at 3am on a Monday morning, the last thing I wanna be hearing is "Dolly" or "ngiyagodola" when I am trying to get my sleep on.