Friendships are like unexpected treasures, and mine with Richard is the kind that deserves a feature film. Picture this: it’s 2016, and I’m working for a political party.
I’m glowing—looking extra beautiful, apparently—and in walks Richard, a Finn with a camera and a charming curiosity. He asked to take my picture, and let me tell you, that photo was life-changing. I didn’t even know I could look that good! From that moment on, I knew I had to keep this friend. And what a friendship it’s been!
(The picture my dear friend Richard took in 2016)
Richard worked in a different department, but we bonded over brief, friendly moments. However, just as our connection began, he was already preparing to head back to Finland. I remember the day he left; his transport to the airport started at my place, and he came to say goodbye.
Goodbyes are always sad, aren’t they? But our story didn’t end there. Through the wonders of technology—social media, WhatsApp, Facebook, and even LinkedIn—we stayed in touch. Clearly, there was no escaping this friendship.
Fast forward to 2019, and Richard received a Minor Field Study scholarship from the Swedish Council for Higher Education. He was all set to return to South Africa to collect material for his study on education and equality in Cape Town.
But just as the universe had conspired to bring us together, it also threw a curveball: the COVID-19 pandemic. His trip was canceled, and with it, his original research plans. Enter me! Richard asked for my help in collecting data for his thesis, and I gladly stepped in. His study, "Empty Promises of a New Dawn: Is Quality Primary Education a Right or a Privilege in Cape Town?" became a shared mission. By then, I was already working for an NPO advocating for equal and quality education in South Africa, so it felt like destiny aligning our paths once more.
Spoiler alert: Richard nailed it. The results were impressive, and I couldn’t be prouder of my friend.
Over the years, Richard has been my rock. Whether it was setting up my PayPal account or just being there through life’s challenges, he has been an unwavering source of support. When my blog was disabled for three days because I couldn’t pay for it, Richard came through for me, covering the costs and getting me back online. Thanks to him, I’m back in business, baby!
So, when he told me in 2024 that he would finally make the trip back to the motherland, I was thrilled. And then, in 2025, he showed up—with his amazing friends, no less!
We had coffee and sandwiches one day, and Richard convinced me to take a walk in the gardens. Now, let me tell you, I was skeptical. I’m still recovering from a stroke, and the idea of walking felt daunting.
But Richard, in his gentle yet firm way, said, “Come on, Zintle, you can do it.” And you know what? I did it. I walked. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It reminded me of my blog, #TheWalkWithZintle. Richard literally walked with me, and it felt amazing.
What I love most about Richard is his open heart. When I shared my life’s stories—the good, the bad, and the spiritual—he didn’t judge me. My dad’s untimely passing, my strokes, my journey to embracing my spiritual gift… he embraced it all.
Unlike some people who view my gift as an evil thing, only God knows why they think this way and yet they preach the bible and claim to know God. Richard saw it for what it is: a tool to fight evil and spread good. His acceptance means the world to me. He is indeed a wise friend, the kind I need as I navigate life and its challenges.
One of the highlights of Richard’s visit was dinner at Marcos. This place holds a special spot in my heart, and as always, I prayed to God and my ancestors to bless the evening. When I arrived (fashionably late), my favorite waitress, Nonduduzo, was there to welcome me. It felt like the universe had planned it all. She showed me to the table, where one particular seat was left. That seat was meant for me, and not just any seat—it was the head of the table.
The head of the table is the most notable seat, possessing three things: power, position, and the ability for presentation. Sitting there felt symbolic, as though the universe was acknowledging my journey and my place in this moment. It was a reminder that I am seen, supported, and exactly where I’m meant to be.
The dinner was nothing short of magical. The ladies at the table radiated beauty and grace, and the gentlemen were just as wonderful. We laughed, sang, danced, and ate like royalty. And then, as if the evening couldn’t get any better, the group at the next table got up to dance.
I couldn’t resist. I joined in, hesitant at first, but soon found myself lost in the music. It was pure magic. I even got one of the guys to join me on the makeshift dance floor. It was the perfect start to the year.
The next morning, Richard asked me how I was feeling. My reply? “Like a billionaire.” And I meant it. Richard, you are a God-and-ancestor-sent kind of friend. You inspire me, support me, and accept me for who I am. I feel born again and you are part of my rebirth.
I love and appreciate you more than words can express. You’ve taught me the beauty of human connection, the power of faith, and the importance of being present for one another.
To everyone reading this: cherish the Richards in your life. They are rare gems, the kind of people who make life brighter and remind us of our worth.
Richard, I can’t wait to see you at your wedding, where I’ll be shaking what my mama gave me. Until then, thank you for being you.
The world needs more Richards.
