So in love with Ntshumayelo

BBK: Confession time.

So In Love is a timeless classic by late American crooner Curtis Mayfield. Deeply in love is the state I find myself in.

Smitten. Besotted. You name it, I am it.

And yes, South Africa, I am head over heels in love with a guy.

Dammit, he rocks my world and to think we have only just started our joyful bliss.

Before you hasten, with gay abandon, to lump me with the limp-wristed brigade, let me make it blatantly clear that I have not been bitten by that kind of coming-out-of-the-closet love bug.

Ngiqonde thwi njengothi lomkhonto [I am as straight as a spear handle].

But coming out I am, my dear darlings.

And the object of my affection?

Well, the man who lights the fire in my belly is none other than Thandani Ntshumayelo.

Call me a cradle-snatcher all you want. Ntshumayelo turns 20 on April 20. I was taught to catch them while they are young. Age ain't nothing but a number, anyway.

My heart beats louder than a Shaolin gong when thoughts of this Supersport United starlet engulf my mind.

I am so besotted, I find myself fantasising about him a lot since he stormed into my life - and maybe yours - and swept me off my feet in a classic love-at-first-sight fairy tale.

How could he not take me to cloud nine when he has all the right moves, pops up in the right places at the right time, and makes his presence felt no matter who is around?

And when he hits the spot, it unleashes an orgasmic waterfall of emotion - think of his clever chip against Santos in the Premiership, and the sweeping strike in the 5-1 rout that eliminated Mpumalanga Black Aces from the Telkom Knockout on Sunday.

I want to say now, without fear or favour, that Ntshumayelo is the heart and soul of Supersport United and is making giant strides to force himself into the firmament of our football.

How can I not love him when his manners bespeak a gentleman and his future is destined to be bespangled with stars?

How can I not be smitten with him when he is preventing some average foreigner, pedestrian naturalised South African or a lousy local player from further contributing to the below-par standard of play in our league?

How can I not be besotted with him when he gives me hope that some youngsters still have their feet firmly on the ground and have no plans to add their names to the colourful catalogue of footy druggies and drunkies?

There is also room in my heart for Andile Jali, who, like Ntshumayelo, is a cross between John Moeti and Benedict Vilakazi, displaying a combination of composure, intelligence and boundless energy.

Ntshumayelo and Jali will fulfil their promise because they display the maturity to appreciate compliments without letting them go to their head.

Much as I have declared my love for Ntshumayelo, I guess I will have to refer to him as the one that got away.

He is already in a steady relationship with Gavin Hunt and Thomas Madigage. What a catch. Please take care of him, Gavvy and Tommy.

Confession time over.

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