Science- After a rough breakup, I went to a clairvoyant for help with my healing process.
- I was told that I'd meet my soulmate soon, even though I lived in a remote area.
I ended 2015 drunk-crying on a beach in Zanzibar, asking friends and strangers why I was single and no one wanted me. Two weeks later, I went home to South Africa and met a guy who I thought was the one.
The relationship was magical, but it was also toxic. I was ecstatic to have found him, and I thought he was perfect — so much so that I missed all his red flags, including manipulation and controlling behavior, right up until he told me it was over one night out of the blue. No amount of shameful begging and crying made him change his mind.
I ran away to rural Mozambique, where I found a job managing a beach lodge. Except for the local fishermen who went out most days, the beach was empty. It was like having my own private paradise where I could breathe and cry and heal from the breakup.
I saw a clairvoyant in my search for healing
Out of desperation to feel better, I consulted a clairvoyant. During our time together, she told me that another man was coming.
However, even though I had sought her help and she had told me something encouraging, I couldn't convince myself to believe her. After all, I was living in a very secluded place; surely, no one would find me here, let alone my soulmate.
I was surprised when the man of my dreams knocked on my door
As time went by, I transformed from a sobbing mess lying on the floor to someone who enjoyed being alone. For the first time in my life, I wasn't yearning for a partner to fill a hole in my life and my heart.
Four or five months later, the lodge was empty and most of the staff were off. I was working in my house when I heard someone yelling, "Hello." I went to see what was going on and found three men outside my door. They were out exploring and wanted to have a drink at our bar.
One was short and stocky, with dark hair. The second was also short but was older. The third man instantly seemed familiar; I assumed he owned one of the area's private houses. And this one was tall, dark, and handsome. The other two were close friends of his.
I remember noticing his eyes. I saw an openness and honesty in them. I sensed something genuine in him that seemed rare.
While had a few drinks in the lodge's bar, we hit it off, and they invited me for dinner at the nearby hotel. I jumped in the shower, got dressed in something not covered in dog hair, and set off to meet them.
As I walked into the bar, I ran into the owners, who were friends of mine. Instead of joining them as I usually would, I told them that I was meeting the three men.
They joked with me to be careful because the men were married. The tall, handsome man quickly replied, "No, no, I am not," with an embarrassed chuckle. I'd learned earlier that his name was Brandon, and I was intrigued.
I told them about our chef's amazing pizzas, and Brandon came to try them the next night. Then he came around again the night after that. He even extended his holiday by almost a week to spend more time with me. When he had to go home to South Africa, I was sad and expected not to hear from him again.
I had learned that holiday romances seldom last. People fall in love easily when they are on holiday with the sun on their skin, sand on their toes, and the moon creating magic.
He kept in touch, and now, we have a daughter together
But Brandon did keep in touch. We texted and phoned, and he drove the 1000 kilometers — over 600 miles, a drive that takes 10-12 hours each way — to visit me a few weeks later.
After that, we took turns driving to each other once or twice a month. We would spend a few days together before having to say goodbye. That was the hardest part. That, and waiting for him when I knew he was on his way.
Eventually, I moved back to South Africa to be with Brandon. He wanted to stay close to the family business, so for a while, we stayed in a small apartment on his parents' property. After a few years, we decided to start a family. It took more than a year and a few tries, but eventually, we experienced the joy of seeing two lines on a pregnancy test.
We just celebrated our daughter's first birthday. She is beautiful, feisty, fierce, and full of magic, just as we knew she would be. What else could we expect from a baby born to parents who were destined to meet under the magic of the moon in Mozambique?