We met in the winter of 2012, when life felt like a blur of taxis, loud music, and chasing dreams that felt just a little out of reach.
It wasn’t a movie moment — no sparks flying, no slow-motion — just two people bumping into each other outside a campus library, both late, both frustrated.

“I was rushing because I’d forgotten my assignment in the library,” Zanele says.
“And I was hanging around because… well, I had no real reason. I just didn’t want to go home yet,” Lesego laughs.

We always laugh when we tell people how awkward that first conversation was. Zanele dropped her bag, Lesego tried to help, and somehow ended up stepping on her notes instead. Smooth, right?

But somehow, that messy little moment turned into a conversation. First about school. Then music. Then dreams — the big ones, the ones you don’t tell just anyone.
We sat on the library steps for what felt like hours, forgetting about the cold, about the time, about everything except how easy it felt to talk.

“I remember thinking, how is it possible to meet someone who gets me this quickly?” Zanele says.
“And I remember thinking, if I don’t ask for her number right now, I’m going to regret it forever,” Lesego adds.

So he did. She gave it.
And somewhere between those late-night calls, bad student parties, and long walks with no destination, we became us.

We didn’t plan it.
We just found each other — like two stories that were always meant to cross paths.