Dela Goldheart |
IT COULD HAVE BEEN ME
Few years ago, whiles attending a beauty contest with my cousine at the National Theatre, I met the man called KKD. We had arrived and taken our seats when someone requested my audience.
My cousine inquired from the messenger and was told KKD wanted to see me so she allowed me to go to him. I followed the messenger and met for the first time the man who I had heard so much about and seen a little on TV. But regarding the fact that I have always been that girl who is hardly moved by names, status and wealth, I maintained my cool.
The first thing he asked me upon reaching where he stood with some friends was 'How tall are you?'. It must be a frequent question he asks young tall girls like myself. I replied him I didn't know my height. Then he said 'You are beautiful, I would like to sponsor your modeling career'. I smiled and told him I was still in school and that I would like to wait until after SSS. He insisted