AUGUST ON 365

   Hello August, you are here already. Not that I anticipated. It may seem kinda hard but I told myself I was never going to miss you while you are away on the 365 days trip around the sun. Here is a shocker for you. I missed you more than I ever did in my entire life and have come to appreciate you even more.

August,hold your breath for this one.....are you sitting down?......When you said to allow myself be found....I loosened up.   After all it gets boring staying indoors watching movies on Friday nights while everyone else is out on a date. The one I met was very  difficult, as if I am any better. He could make me laugh the whole day  and demanded so much attention ,something I am absolutely not used to but I adjusted.

Fun days turned into horrible days . I was treated like a doormat,assaulted and left in the middle of the street one night and stabbed a couple of times in the heart and now I appreciate the need to live a single life even more.

These days I fear the life lived outside of Gods will and fear being with a man who does not love me as Christ loves the church.

.......This person has tried my patience and tamed my anger. That  relationship has changed my thoughts about marriage.   In fact marriage comes with its own challenges..... Yaayyyyyyyy.

  I have learned that when a man loves you he would be loyal and trustworthy. He will be focused. He will fight for me as much as I would fight for him. I will try his patience ,he with mine and he would make me want to scream at times but when the dust settles I would be his priority. And that he won't say it often but he will love me and my heart would be safe with him so yes I fell but I got up,dusted myself and moved on, away from the counterfeit.

I have not watched TV in a while. The eyes  won't permit me. I almost went blind but God stepped in. They are doing amazingly well now and I am looking forward to the day I can do without those glasses completely.

I have come to appreciate Mama more, she stays awake even after midnight to say "welcome home" before going to bed. Everyone else sleeps off before I even get home... Mama is the best .

Time; there's absolutely no time these days. 24hrs is like 12hours now....

And oh my friends, not that I have a big circle.  Some have messed up  a lot of times just like I do but I am nicer to each of them. I treat them with grace because true friends are  worth more than any worldly possession.

August, graduate school is knocking on the door silently ....I pray I make the days count because two years would fly by soon.

My biggest challenge that you never spoke about is the fact that there are gossips in every organization. Those who make you the center of their lives by running every hook and cranny to get a little info about you, turn it upside down and spread it like wildfire.  It used to get to me but not anymore. Let them do their talking and let me continue to be a celebrity doing only the things that make me better.

August,  I have had bitter days ,been humiliated, felt forgotten,unworthy,terrified and alone but I take consolation in the words of   David in Psalm  30:5 that says "weeping may last for a night but joy comes in the morning."

Many wonder how I do it but I think   august gives birth to very strong children.

I take it easy and smile even more.  I shall enjoy my  twenties....

August, for the lessons that I have learned, I am grateful.   I'm still discovering the rest.

For now, I may be taking baby steps but I am making a lot of progress. And Its my fervent prayer that you would meet a much more excited  and better "me" on your other 365 days return trip.

This year you came with a different wind and honestly any day in august is better than a day in January......

How has your year been so far?......Has it been good or bad?..... Has it brought you pain much more than laughter?........No matter how the months in the year have treated you remember that Gods joy is our strength. He promises to bind our wounds. It is darkest before  the dawn, but the sun will rise again.

And the pain that you have been feeling is just the dark before the morning and it can't compare to the joy that is coming.

Keep riding your bicycle and breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.

This piece is for all my friends who loved me when I was  so unlovable....... Abigail,  Aramma, Kiki, Vivian ,M- Sita, Emefa, Evanam, Sark Mason,  Helga,  JD,   Kwadwo , Franklyn , Speaker Addo  and Stacy.

Blessings fall on you all.......

LOVE CAN KILL YOU

I woke up to find Emily crying at my bedside in ward 5 @ the Opoku Ware hospital. I was alarmed, had the doctor said something to her or had something happened at home? I quickly sat up and asked her why she was crying. Amidst the tears she told me her twin sister had committed suicide..

 

What? Emelda had committed suicide, why, how come? Reason being that her husband of eleven years was cheating on her and had practically moved out of their apartment leaving her with their two kids- Ryan and Bryan. I was astonished.  

 

Emelda had gotten her heart broken; she was in a state of cynicism and bitterness. Her husband wouldn't eat her food, he beats her when she complains about him coming home late. He wouldn't even touch her anymore. Yet day in day out, her husband goes in to the next door neighbor's home, takes her out and sleeps over. During an argument, he mentioned that he was going to divorce Emelda for the woman next door just because it's her he feels he wants to be with. I am also told that Emelda's husband, Jamal was in Ghana during the Christmas holidays and stayed over at his in-laws house but had come with Rethabile, the lady next door. He had sold all the lands he and his wife had toiled to buy just so he can have an expensive wedding ceremony for the lady next door.

 

 

That reminds me, I was in Johannesburg in August to see my granny and visited Emelda a couple of times but the only conversation we could hold down was mere pleasantries when we exchanged greetings. The rest of the hours we spent, every tick-tock was her complaints about how her husband cheating on her with the lady next door. 

 I saw how practically devastated my friend was and advised that she seeks counseling.

 

If your man has ever cheated on you especially with someone close then you would totally understand how my friend was feeling. She was not only emotionally hurt but had lost her self- confidence too. She didn't find a reason to wake up, dress up and show up anymore. She didn't have a job. Emelda has been living in Johannesburg for ten years and had never worked before.  Her Husband won't allow her to. So she had become a stay- at -home mum taking care of her two children. The only time she ever goes anywhere is when she had to drop or pick her kids from school, or people like us visit and we wanna hang out. I had always envied Emelda's figure. She was tall and slim with bigger butts and wider hips. She had an ‘8 figure’ and each time we were walking by the roadside during our university days in Ghana, it's either we get to have a free ride to our destinations or we had men staring at us in both directions.

 

So before I returned back to GH, my granny had gotten her a contact to a counselor to help her pull out of her current situation. I have tried calling to check on her and also to find out how the counseling session had been going but she won't pick my calls. She had even blocked me on WhatsApp. I have had my granny go to her house to check on her several times. I was even told she never made it to the counselor’s. 

 

Apparently Emelda had gotten tired of the situation and felt suicide was the only option forgetting that she had her children to live for. So she swallowed a couple of pills whilst videoing herself and sent it to her twin sister whom she had blocked for a couple of months now. My granny was called but by the time she got to the apartment, Emelda had passed on. What ‘goodies’ did Rethabile have that Emelda lacked? Why would her husband treat her this way? 

 

On Tuesday night, I was called to come over to the funeral home on the Haatso road. Aaah!!!! Funeral home? What for? The person didn't say. So I made a friend drive me over to the place where I met my friend Mansa's  mum. The woman had lost her voice from too much crying and all she could ever say to me was "look what your friend had done to herself"? ....so I asked, is Mansa the reason we are here at the funeral home?. She answered yes. I couldn't believe it so I asked that they take me to see my friend. Two gentlemen along with Mansa's mum led me to the morgue, and there laid my friend with a band on her wrist that read...."Mansa Addo". They were just about putting her into the fridge when we entered. I froze! Reality hit me suddenly and I burst into tears.

 

Mansa and I had been childhood best friends during those days in Adafoah. We played in the sand together, attended the same primary school and lived across the street from each other until my mum was transferred to Accra and we had to move to the city. A year later, Mansa's family also moved to Accra and the friendship continued. Two years ago today I was at her wedding and I must admit it was a lovely one. From the decor to her gown and the reception, all was on point. She was happy with Gerald . They both were until things started getting bad. 

 

Mansa would call me at night crying over the phone that her husband hadn't been home for a week. Her food was always left uneaten. Whatever she says pisses Gerald off. They no longer had any conversation without arguing...

 

They would not reason together as husband and wife but anytime her parents or his parents were visiting they both pretended all was well. No matter how many times they quarreled they would go to church and pretend all was well. Really? 

 

She kept receiving anonymous text messages and calls from different ladies telling her about their affairs with her husband or asking her to stay away from Gerald. Some even sent pictures of the way he lays them in bed.

 

It was devastating. Mansa soaked it in. I knew she had bottled a lot within her the day I visited her at Korle-Bu. She had told me she was tired and couldn't take it anymore. And even though her blood pressure just kept rising the doctors couldn't say exactly what was wrong with her. So she was often in and out of the hospital.

 

The situation had been a big toll on her. Her colleagues at the bank had noticed but she wouldn't speak to anybody. Mansa kept growing lean. Even Gerald noticed and all he could say was Mansa should eat well. He gave her a week of love and affection, claimed he had changed and went back to his usual life style in three days.

 

On Monday, she came home to meet Gerald in their matrimonial bed with another lady. That broke her but she took it easy. I called to check up on her on Tuesday morning but she was driving and asked that we speak later in the day. I didn't know she had passed on until her mother called me.

 

My friend just broke her mother’s heart and that of mine.  She died because she couldn't take it anymore. She died for love.

 

Hmm!! I'm saddened.  Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, love is supposed to be your haven from misery. Love is supposed to make life worth living but it can also kill you.  Each time you decide to love someone, marry someone or get into a relationship with someone or whatsoever, remember it is a risk. It may or may not work out. 

  

I dedicate this piece to each and everyone who has been hurt one way or the other by love. I have had my share of it, we all have but the sun would definitely shine again.

 

Whatever causes you pain, whatever sucks your energy is not worth fighting for.

 

When we lose hope may God help us to remember that his love is greater than all our disappointments and his plans for our lives are bigger than our dreams.

Blind for days

Hi there,

I live , love and learn everyday but mondays are made with love for me. They represent a fresh new week packed with new opportunities and new challenges.  So as usual, I sat in front of my dressing mirror and begun speaking blessings over my life before kick starting the day when my s7 edge beeped. It is Aku, my konkonsa partner texting with updates on the lastest  info of that guy we met at the Sharwarma party over the weekend  I thought, only to realise it was actually a reminder.......It was 21st November and I had an appointment with Dr.Baeta at 8:30am. Dr. Baeta has been my ophthalmologist for several years now ever since his dad went on retirement and he took over the position.  My heart missed a beat as I anticipated the results of todays cycloplegic refraction test to find out the reason for the constant pain in my  eyes and the headaches as well so I dragged me off into the shower and got ready to step out to the hospital and then finally to the Orange house to present the 10am show.

Whiles waiting at the bus stop  waiting for Osei, my favourite taxi driver,  I felt this sudden headache and some slight dizziness and then everything went blur. I sat quietly until I heard the horn of Osei's car. I was still in absolute shock when I asked him to help me get into into the cab and pleaded that he put  my bag on the seat beside me. Up until then, I was normal, funky and excited about having a bite of starbites jollof rice later that day.

We drove in silence. Am sure Osei was shocked too. He didn't know what was happening so he kept asking "madam, wo ye okay?. I responded. .......Ani nanso me nhu hwee"!! (Yes, but I can't see anything in twi) .  I panicked , rubbed my eyes and pulled up my eyelids with my fingers. I even closed my eyes and opened them yet the world stayed dark. I was on my way to the optometrists office,  how could I suddenly lose my eye sight?.  I pushed ,my bag closer to me and fumbled through until I found my phone. Familiarity with it proved to be  a blessing here as I managed to unlock it and get to all my call log, calling the numbers one by one.

I finally managed to return the call from the optometrists reminder.

"Dr. Baeta speaking......Mancee are you alright? "

I took a deep breathe and calmed myself down before speaking , "No, am not . I came in on Saturday, and am even on my way  to see you but you didn't tell me  I was going to go blind. I am unable to see anything,  Dr.  Baeta."

"Give me just a second ,  "I heard scuffling on the other side. "So I just pulled out your file,  Mancee.

 Have you come into contact with any chemicals since Saturdays exam?  Any physical trauma?

"No please".

"Alright. Listen , I am gonna need to take a look at you. Could you please get someone to take you to the office?

"Sure, I am on my way". 

"Okay, see you soon and stay calm, Cee.

"Okay, bye".

So many thoughts flooded my mind after the call with Dr.  Baeta.   I don't know what the future holds  for me since I am blind now, how about my listeners who were to be served Branch on the airwaves of Orange 98.1 fm, so I wouldn't be able to see my little girls beautiful smiles any longer? 

......Were some of the thoughts that flooded my mind.   I also thought about how  how I was going to 

be a burden to my mum and siblings.  I hate people doing things for me. I am a getter myself. Just then I remembered my dreams from last night.  I was in my pink tank top and blue skinny jeans driving my favourite car, a white Ferrari with my hair blowing  in the wind ever so freely and smiled. At least I haven't lost the power to dream.

We arrived at the hospital , the driver walked me in carrying my  bag in his other hand.  Dr.  Baeta was waiting in his office and quickly helped me to relax into a seat and run  a couple of tests including a 4 - d base treatment,  visual field tests and a stereoscopic test and then we had the cycloplegic test to determine  the cause of the pain in both eyes.

Later he explained to me that my visual loss cannot be medically explained and asked that we pray and hope for the best but in the meantime he had prescribed some medications for me which I could pick up at the fronts desk and asked Osei to take me home and pick my glasses that would aid me to see next week.  Honestly this left me confused.

I called in sick and stayed in bed the rest of the day. My data was off. There was no I could go on social media since I was blind now so the only thing I did was to listen to the songs on my phone , or listen to the news either on   Tv or radio.

These past few days, I ate my food in silence and with no supervision.  Same when I go in to take a shower. There are some things that you can do without the help of others when it becomes a part of you.

Then I got fed up with staying in bed all day so I would follow my sister to the bus stop on her way to work and try to walk back home alone. I hated coming out in the afternoons because the sun kept disturbing my eyes but mainly because most of my  neighbours who had heard about my predicament felt the need to treat me differently.  They just won't allow me to go for my strolls in peace. They felt sorry for me. Gave me unwanted special attention and said things like "oh you poor thing" and here Sweetness,  let me help you get home when they meet me at my gate or on the street..... But hey , I got along fine.  But I must say its a challenge being blind.

Sometimes it felt as though I could see but when I open my eyes I only realise that I cant see except for that permanent colour.........black.

Then , I woke up to a white morning. Still blurry but yes  its indeed a white morning....... hallelujah.

Losing my sight for these few days made me appear stoic and calm beneath the surface. However I was smoldered in anger because I believed I didn't deserve my vision loss.

But I also learned that believe in  God is so helpful with coping with a dramatic human event. I just knew things were going to change, but the time wasn't known to me.

All I wanted from my optometrist was kindness not indifference,  attention not distraction and he delivered.

I did not want to be dismissed as unimportant but my friends at least those I had the chance to speak with over the phone didn't make me feel like that though not all of them heard. (Now they know via this write up.).

Next time you see a blind person in the street , don't treat them differently,  just treat them with respect . It can happen to anybody......May God cause us to remember his grace that keepeth us.

........a million miles above the sky 

         Angels bow before your throne

          You are God and God alone

 that is the song they have been singing ( I am singing it too)

          all creation call you holy 

          Even now we bow before you

          Worthy worthy worthy
           is the lamp upon the throne

       

           Hallelu Hallelujah

       we lift our voice to praise your name .

          Hallelu Hallelujah
           heaven and earth adore you Lord
            (Repeat).

Today is not like any other day.......Its my thanksgiving day.....

There are still so many things in life to be enjoyed even when you are blind..........happy sunday

    

A Note To My Self On My Birthday

Dear Self,

Its amazing how fast time runs huh! ...Another 8th August is here and it is your birthday.

I have seen you triumph,

I have seen you fall,

I have seen you cry and laugh,

I have seen you on your best days and your worst days.

I have  listened to all your concerns, your complaints, your goals,

I have also listened to your heart and your spirit..

I have seen people walk in and out of your life,

I have seen you care yet not cared for,

I have seen you love yet not loved in return.

I have seen your heartbroken loads of times ,

That is life , Self and you know all that now.

I have seen you learn so many lessons on this journey ,

I know you may not have all the answers at this moment and that you are still searching and defining your real purpose.

It is a new day , a new beginning and as you  take the first step in this new year,  be advised to start it with self discipline,  self awareness and self love.

Self, you have so much power that you may not know yet but I hope you develop and identify all of your power points, untapped capabilities in this new year .

Be kind to yourself , your family and to your friends as well as everyone you would meet .

Be grateful in your heart. Be thankful for those  who have wronged you because they have not done anything to you but for you. They have opened  up things inside for you   and helped  you grow into  someone who is stronger.

Be grateful also for life's experiences that have paved way for you to know who you are and who you are not.

Self, remain humble. I repeat remain humble.. Always remember you did not get to where you are now alone.  You got to where you are because of hard work and determination.  People trained you  because they believed in you. People accepted your mistakes. They took chances on you because they saw all your rushing through and wanted to see more of you.

Still dream Self. I know you don't have the spirit of fear but sometimes you feel like opening the door for it to come through.  Never!  Remember  why you are doing  what you are doing. Remember the CNN  dream. Don't be too shaken by the adults decision that are now inundating in your life. Never be overwhelmed by payroll, rent , health care and bla bla bla bla .... Everyday is a new  possibility to see the world as  a place you can dream big.  The  exciting part is that you get to sit back and watch them become a reality... Dare yourself and don't chicken out.

Make this new age an opportunity for you to to show all that you have prepared for in the last decades.

Self, don't change who you are. Don't let the negative things of this world block you from seeing all your beauty,  most importantly your beauty.  You are damn beautiful , Self.  Rock it this year. Open up your heart to love more, ...............allow you to be found......

Last but not least, pray like never before , pray, pray more. Pray and spend more time with God  as often as you can.  Nothing  matters without him.  You know if hes not the center of your life then you are not really living right!  Sure you do.

                    your purpose is in him,

                     your worth is in him,

                      your  salvation is in him,

    

Self,  he is your all in all......... He is your everything.

As the sun sets on your   +1 birthday  don't forget  that you are  a lioness.  Dare to become all you were created to be.
  

The slate is clean.  You are not defined by your past. The best version of you just begun.

   

Its a perfect day for you.    Happy birthday.

See you in two years.

Sincerely ,

Mancee......

I will praise you oh Lord for you have raised me.  Am thankful for life .  Thankful for yet another year . My life , my heart, my soul and my love , it all belongs to you Father.  Give me more of you for the year ahead, grant me grace to finish my race and may I never miss thy welcome voice  and my well done message at the end of it all.....Amen.

This is especially for my PIC , the finest sports journalist....Miss Helga Gokah. Happy birthday sissy . May God bless you, enlarge your coast and fulfill all your heart desires.

It is also for my boss.  How I wish all  bosses were like you, Sir. Thank you so much for believing in me and for the opportunity to learn and grow and build on the skills needed  for my chosen career. 

This is also for  my friend who is currently far away in Australia  yet remembered it was my birthday and  sent me a cake. You are the best !

 Also for Yoko. Thank you for the drinks and for always being there.

I would want to say a big thank you to all the guys in my office for making the mini party fun.

To the one who sent me  'the surprise cake '  , I say God bless you.

It is also for you  Chris. Thank you for an evening out. I enjoyed the pineapple rice. Am sorry I couldn't eat all . My condition didn't permit me to.  You are too kind.

Something spectacular happened when I got home later that evening,  my little girl met me at the door , gave me her usual bear hug and sang me "a happy birthday song ". It was as if she's been waiting in anticipation for me to walk in. Such a priceless moment. 

 Ajo, thank God for you. You are
my most treasured gift.

And to each and every soul  who made my birthday an Awesome one, I say thank you. 

A GIFT OF GRACE

A letter to my Childrens King

Baby,
           In my eyes you are perfect and when we get married you will be my ideal husband.
You will be the strength  of our home , you will be the KING. You will be the one that myself and our children would come seeking for advice and help from,so I expect that when our Angels come calling;
Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy,you will respond by saying 'yes love,sweetness,adorable,lovelies.
Baby,
            Be the sun to them like you will be to me.
       I want to walk into your office and see pictures of 'Our Angels' all over your desk smiling at you.
When you leave home in the morning,drop them off at school and as you pull through the rest of the day let these little angels and their chubby smiles fill your mind.
Baby,keep them warm always,
feed them,
cloth them,
bath them,
Pick roses for my Princess and teach my Prince how to play football.
As you owe to me your patience,your love,wisdom and understanding so do you owe our children your attention,time,money,strength,support and above all your love.
You owe them your guiding light.
Teach them their homework,
Chase after butterflies with them and play peekaboo  and allow them to fall asleep in your arms just like I will do.
Baby,
kiss the forehead of our children as much as you will kiss my lips,it will be my greatest joy.
Give them your time,
take them out,have fun together with them.
Baby,
Let your steadfast love be their anchor in any storm .
Baby,when our Prince and Princess skin their knees,kindly chase away their tears.
And when they are old enough to drive a car ,please patiently teach them how to .
Baby,
you will be my provider,make our home a happy and a sweet one for these little ones.
Call us when you will be late in coming home ,
make our babies jump at the sound of the horn of your car at the gate of our house.
Create a sense of stability and security in our household because of our Angels.
I am thankful that I would be able to depend on you but I will be more thankful if our Angels can depend on you to be responsible,trustworthy and a great role model.
Baby,show your feelings to our children everyday  just like you would show them to me.
Remind them of your love for them just like you would remind me everyday of the years I will be married  to you.
Make them laugh,joyous and happy .Do scold them when they are being naughty but please do that with love and do not be harsh with them.
Baby,
Never allow our angels to go hungry not even for a second.
Remember that our Princess needs her dad to show her a man who is good and to help her make the right choices so love her with a manly charm,and sooth her when she's hurt.
Let our Prince be able to  say that you are a first class father,kind,smart and loving,
Teach him how to be a man and guide him along every step of the way and show him that you are strong and gentle too.
Baby,
as you will never be too busy for me so should you never be too busy for our children.
Prove to our Prince and Princess that I chose a great-mate as a father for them.
Thank you for loving us.......

Your beautiful wife writes.

This is dedicated to Godfada#1,(Mr.Cornelius Fredua-Agyeman).Dear you are a father for all and you play that role better. This is also for all the adorable men in my life and for everyone one who in one way or the other played a fatherly role in my life. God bless you all.

CRATE OF EGGS

The month of March left me with such sweet memories as this one.................

I have been dreaming of roses and lilies ever since I met Trenton St.James. Is it normal to think of a guy I have  known for only a month?
I like him .Its been like this ever since we met on the elevator,or perhaps  should I say;he broke the eggs Melanie gave me for  Mummy while we were both rushing to get on the elevator. We became friends that day and even though we hardly saw each other,we talked as often as we could on the phone. Trenton lived in Aburi but drove to work in the city everyday of the week while I live and work in the city.
Last night during what had become our regular long conversations on the phone, we agreed to meet and have dinner together the next day. Lying   down, my mind raced with thoughts of how it would go,Everyone has those days ,right?
I gazed   onto the streets from the window across my desk on the 11th floor of the Orange house radio station. The sky was baby blue and tinted with black in the distance.The streets were full with people busily going about their daily activities. I was lost in the rhythm of the branches as they danced to every brush of the wind,and ever so silently,the sound of the song by All 4 One begun to play...............

'I hear the sound of your heart beating,
don't say a word, I know what you are feeling,
Just hold me close,don't be afraid,
These arms wont let your heart break...........

Was it normal to think of a friend more than normal? I wondered to myself. Was it even right to think about him in the way I had been? The thoughts of him came almost naturally,and without any effort .Resting my head in the palm of my hand and propped up by my elbow on the table I laughed at myself. I never used to think of him like I did now,but I always told myself that we were just friends and that this feeling would go away. Just then my phone rung,it was my producer. He needed me to get my news stories together as we were about to go on air.

A couple of hours later,just after closing time, Melanie Watson my best friend and co-worker dropped by my office to catch up on some girly stuff. She was a bit disappointed when I mentioned dinner with Trenton ; our Friday evenings were mostly spent eating pizza and drinking lemonade at 6th bistro, and the look on her face showed she was not in the least pleased that she would be hanging out alone,especially since it was a Friday night.

When she left I went back to work,looking for stories  for the next day. An hour later my phone beeped with a text message and just as I reached out for it, I lifted my head and there stood Trenton in th doorway of my office beaming with smiles. How long had he been standing there? I wondered to myself. He had beautiful eyes ,I hadn't quite realized until today. I quickly shut down my computer and picked up my hand bag.
On the way downstairs he asked , ' I hope you like flowers'?....'Flowers'? oh yes! I gasped. ''Good'', he said as we got into his car, ''look in the back''. I looked and thought 'Yikes' because sitting in the back seat was a bouquet of flowers  in my favorite colors ,pink and yellow....'.Hmmmmmmm',this guy is romantic, I thought to myself.

I was roused from this happy thought by him saying 'I got dinner from Urban taste so we are driving to;Pinocchio's  to eat'. By then I was in my demure girl mode and responded appropriately, 'oh I am fine with anything'................ I had been wanting to go to Pinocchio's for God knows how long. It was a new place in town, a park on a hill that had the whole view of Sun city beneath it. It had a bar ,a cafe and a little island that could be reached by a canoe.

At Pinocchio's ,the moon was out and cast a silver glow across the sprawling landscape. We sat on the grass to have our steamed vegetables,fried rice and mushrooms and shredded chicken for dinner. And there was wine too,Trenton loved wine.
Trenton looked amazingly handsome as the light  from the stars shone down on him. His black curly hair was brushed up neatly but his eyes are what I really noticed most of all.

I leaned over as we talked on and on and watched the city fall asleep beneath us. I didn't even noticed how often he smiled every time our eyes met. Every time he laughed I laughed back too.
The night was getting cold and my soles began to hurt from the heels I had worn during the day. I stretched them out on his lap and he begun to massage them. A smile formed on my lips. I hardly got such favors from a guy . In fact I didn't even remember the last time someone actually took time to give me a massage. His hands were warm and comforting to my feet and he did it with so much ease and pace.It was as if he worked in a spa.

My eyes were closed the whole time,When I opened them he was there staring right into them. My world froze and my heart missed several beats. My eyes moistened as he drew closer and kissed  me....it was engaging.......mm mm.....It was a soft   lingering kiss and sweet  too. Finally he broke the kiss and I got all shy.
Trenton stood up and helped me up too. Our night together had ended,and we needed to get home to catch some sleep,as Trenton was scheduled for a trip to Kenya and had an early morning flight to catch.

It was just past midnight when we finally made our way home. In the car we talked some more and laughed at each others jokes. He took me home,and as I alighted ,he gave me a quick hug and put his lips to mine and kissed me slowly and reverently. His body was hot and I wanted to get  burned  so I gave in to it. I gave all of it. It was a moments madness where body ruled mind, long and satisfying as my favorite meal. He called when he got home just as he promised.

The events of the night kept replaying in my mind as  I lay in bed.It felt like I had just had my first kiss,could it be love?  I hadn't felt so alive in a long while. After my fiance Jayden stood me up at the alter some two years ago, my doors went closing in  on all the men. I found joy on the airwaves of Orange 98.8fm, and with time spent with the girls rather than getting emotional over a man.
Before I met and dated Jayden ,most of the guys I had fallen for ,had either been unavailable, taken by a friend or were having an affair .

I blushed and smiled with a sensation.
Maybe,just maybe I had fallen for him. On my own. Without any pressure from anyone.Without forcing it. For now all I know is, I had found someone who made me smile. I felt a wave of relief drift over my body as I faded off to sleep.




This is for my new friend 'Drew', who makes me smile anytime we talk .Its funny to have had you ignore me totally the first day I saw you and now all you do is to make me laugh. I enjoy all of the pampering moments. This is also for Vida who had her share of unpleasant relationships. I don't believe in love in any way but I know *Love is still a beautiful thing. Hold on and hold out...........Love is gonna find you and when it does I would be here to listen to it all..