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The Grass Here I was walking, minding my own business, then a restaurant so immaculate on the outside caught my attention. It had the view of the dam, flying ducks, birds chirping the works, so I thought to myself, let me try this place out. Of course for copyright and legal purposes I will give this place a false name, I will call it "The Grass". Upon entering you meet this wonderful calm, peaceful atmosphere, with almost the entire restaurant staring at you as if you a celebrity (No really they were staring)I do not know if there was something off with my makeup or my boyfriends ridiculous cowboy hat that he was wearing. Anyways, upon entering things were going so smoothly up until the moment of picking a table and decide what we should eat came about and ruined all that. Nothing but confusion First of all, the menu was piece of white A4 paper, typed in romans font size 14 (so much for creativity). There was no prices on the menu, they tried to be clever and use catchy term...

I had always imagined that university would be like a candy shop. Full of sweet and pleasurable moments. Finally I would be free from parental rules and high school drama. The money that I would receive from bursaries would be enough for me to get whatever I desired.  Indeed in my first year in 2011, I found my true lover. He is not the typical tall, dark and handsome. Instead he is short, chubby and funny, something that about him tickled my taste buds and he indeed enjoyed tickling me. Khumalo Hendrick stood out from the rest of the crowd, ironically he is was the shortest, so yeah... Anyways, he had money and was funny so I guess that was a win.  My best friend Sbahle and I always used to chill at the cafeteria to buy some food, we both doing a BSc, of which I believe her science bursary covered most of her needs and I, well had to rely on Khumalo's help and the little I got from home.  Which brings me to my next point, university was not at all like a candy shop, if a...

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