George, Wally, Moniz… I’m not talking about three different people, I’m talking about a very interesting young man with as many layers as he has names. When you first see people, you write their story in your head. If you don’t, that’s OK, but I DO write their story in my head.

He is one of the four Angolan police officers to arrive here this year. Need I say how thankful I was I wasn’t the only Brown person in the building for a change? George arrived a little late in the year, I think a month after the others.

When I first saw him, he was a delight to look at. He was always well-dressed and carried a little briefcase like he was going to some important meeting. In case you’re unaware, when students go to class here, they dress like they’re going to an ass beach. Why do I say that? Well, there are nudist beaches, maybe in Asia, there are ass beaches, as well.  You know you go there to just show your ass, and nothing else. The females their shorts are sometimes barely there, you can say, “Hey there butthole!” I have worked as a teacher for quite some time, and if I were their teacher I would have said the following:

I care about you, and this is coming from a place of love. But I think you should shop some place else, because the store where you’re shopping now, doesn’t seem to have enough fabric to make actual clothes. Please come back to class without your butt cheeks. Thank you, you can go now. But oh wait, here’s your homework for tomorrow. BYE! *smile*

George was a breath of fresh air! Finally, someone who knew how to dress for class!

So the story I’d written in my head about George was: his name is Ronaldo, he’s 35 and he probably has the highest rank amongst the four. He dressed too well. Turns out I was wrong, as you now know. His name is Moniz Deodato George Antonio. 

When I interviewed Jaime, I had told the other three that I’d want to talk to them as well. The days passed, and before you knew it, George had just one day left in China. He was up on the fourth floor with some of his friends and classmates, playing some kind of card game I had no interest in learning. Earlier in the evening, I’d gotten a massage, so I was soooo relaxed and super sleepy. Returned to my room around two in the morning, I didn’t want to interrupt him while spending his last day in China with the people that have helped make his experience here unforgettable.

George and his friends <3

I went to George’s room the next morning when it was time for him to go. He hadn’t even showered yet, LOL!

I was pleasantly surprised when I heard the music that filled the little space that he called his room for the past ten months. All rooms are the same size. It was Terence Trent d’Arby‘s Sign Your Name. This song brought back so many memories. One of them was me listening to this song and swooning over a cush of mine from fifteen years ago. Didn’t know at the time that he kept both his skeletons AND himself in the closet, but that’s a story for another time. *smile*

Me: “Whose playlist is this?”
George: “Mine.”
(Pleasantly surprised) Me: “Yours? You like Terence Trent d’Arby?”
George: “Yes, only the classics for me.”
Sidenote: while writing this, I’m listening to songs, and guess what? Terence Trent d’Arby’s Holding Onto You just started playing! Yes, I am well aware he no longer goes by that name, click here if you’d like to know more.

“I’m in a race against time, so please excuse me! Give me one minute, I’ll be right there!”

I ask him how he’s feeling, for it being his last day in China, and all.

I’m not sad at all. In fact, I’m excited to go home. This experience has been wonderful, I will miss everyone I’ve met here, but all good things come to an end. I knew this day would come, sooner or later.

He finally sits down, plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. “I haven’t showered yet, so I’ll be sitting far away from you.”

Me: I already know your many names, they’re very interesting. Tell me, how long have you been in the service?”
I have been a police officer for close to nine years, but have been a criminal (or is it ‘Crime‘, hihi)  investigator for four years.

Me: Oh, you’re an investigator! I thought you were in the immigration department as well.
No, no. I’m an investigator.

Me: Why did you decide to come to China?
I came to China for two reasons. One, many of the crime that goes on in Angola, involves Chinese.

(I’m very intrigued at the moment, literally at the edge of my seat) REALLY??? DO TELL!
They just commit them in the Chinese community, they don’t mix when it comes to certain things, as you know. If there’s a rich Chinese person, they sometimes kidnap that person or someone in their family and hold that person for ransom. Also a lot of human trafficking. They only traffic Chinese and Asians, not Africans.

Me: WOW! So interesting! 
Yeah, that’s life sometimes, you know.

Want to know the second reason he came to China and how the rest of this interview goes, click here. Sorry to be a party-pooper, but I detest long blogs.

Tune in for the second part.