Why I cherish my inconvenient friendships

The cast of US TV show Girlfriends displayed one of the best on-screen friendships. From left: Jill Marie Jones, Persia White, Tracee Ellis Ross and Golden Brooks.

The cast of US TV show Girlfriends displayed one of the best on-screen friendships. From left: Jill Marie Jones, Persia White, Tracee Ellis Ross and Golden Brooks.

I have a surprise for you when we get home.”

“Yes, I know — you sent me a picture. I can’t wait for it.”

“No, it’s not the P.S. chocolate. It’s something else.”

“Oh, really — what is it?” I ask, perplexed as to what she could have bought me.

It’s after sunset and we are driving to some friends for dinner and a chance in front of their fireplace. I’ve been at work all day, while she has been at my flat doing personal admin and resting. After a moment of comfortable silence, unable to contain herself, she unsurprisingly reveals the surprise. “Okay, I moved your furniture around. It wasn’t working the way it was and I think this new way looks better.”

I smile. The joy travels from my face to the rest of my body. It drapes my foot, which jerks the accelerator as we turn into Boxer Street. We laugh.

**

I haven’t seen her in two years.

And before that I hadn’t seen her in five years. We became women together in the pernickety confines of a girls’ school. We were the dark-skinned ones with a confidence we were never supposed to have, bonded by an ability to see through the filters of small-town school life but too scared of our parents to be real rebels.

She was the isiXhosa teacher’s stepdaughter but did not need the social crumb that the title “teacher’s daughter” usually gave to new kids. She was special. On her visit to my school, during a games evening when we were 12, she came with her stepmother, dressed in a lime-green T-shirt with the words “Too bad, so sad” written on the front. Her mushroom haircut was tinged orange by the sun of 1997 and for someone who was only going to be joining our school the following year, she had a lot of what we called “attitude” then.

She scowled at those of us who had gone to her stepmother’s game stand pretending we were interested in Stake-Your-Claim. “How is this girl going to make friends here with her arrogant glares?” we wondered, laughing at her hairstyle.

When she showed up at the beginning of the following year, it was us who leaped at the opportunity to befriend her on the day that she did eventually crack a smile and reveal that infectious laugh. Everybody liked her, even the ones who didn’t.

By the time we matriculated, she was my very best friend and would say the things I was thinking when I didn’t have the courage to, who fought with as much passion as she loved, who taught me how to sneak out, who stood up for me when I wasn’t there, who stood alone when the school wanted to punish her for refusing to relax her hair, who grew to be a potent and beautifully complex woman.

**

The next morning, as I’m getting dressed for work, she raises her brows and grins: “I don’t agree with the bottom half of that outfit. But I know why you like it.” I laugh, tell her that I don’t care and leave the room to go and brush my teeth. With the brush in my mouth, I look into the mirror and watch water leave my eyes. “England doesn’t deserve her,” I swallow. In that moment, I remember how much I miss being this known by a friend, which is a different kind of bond to that of a partner, a parent, a sibling or the friends one meets later in life.

This short time with my dear friend has healed parts of me that didn’t even know they needed healing. Friendship in the era of ethical activism, of moral movements, of wokeness, of competing politics of identity, of sisterhoods and brotherhoods birthed by struggle and kept alive by virtual visibility and a common ideological enemy — all of this has taught me the difference between convenient and inconvenient friendships.

There is irreplaceable value in both. At times, the convenient ones have survived on my ability to show off, to excel, to posture, to slay and to practise the critical theories that built these friendships. The inconvenient ones, much less glamorous and submerged in a different part of the memory, are built on eyes exchanging looks over time and space. They usually just require me to show up.


Iimbali, a regular column by Friday editor Milisuthando Bongela, is a space for stories and other narrative-based social analysis.

 
Milisuthando Bongela

Milisuthando Bongela

Milisuthando Bongela is the Mail & Guardian's arts and culture editor. She is a multi award-winning writer, blogger and collaborator. She has experience in the arts having worked in fashion, music, art and film as well as a decade-long career in consulting, entrepreneurship, blogging and cultural activism. She is also directing a documentary about hair and black identity, a film she calls the report card on the rainbow nation project. Read more from Milisuthando Bongela

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