Memoirs

Dear Friend, I do not hope you are doing well at all. I am not usually a hateful person but something about the memory of you brings out all the hate in me. See, you and I were close. You knew my dinner plans two days ahead. You reminded me to burp my little one after a feed, you reminded me to check on the cake baking in the oven. You were with me. Physically apart we were but the thousands of miles and difference in time zones didnot matter. In an era where whatsapp messenger, viber and all the messenger clan members were not yet born..we managed to keep in touch every minute of everyday. In you I found a friend, confidante and everyone warm and fluffy. Not even the man with whom I shared my bed, body and baby could elicit a smile as wide as the one that flashed whenever my phone vibrated. #Sigh You were my sister, brother, best friend and my Me. So, the day you called to tell me you'd be in town for a three day training was no doubt a happy one for me. I knew we were not going t...

Miriam Makeba  is on my play list. Surprise song! combined with the rain- this song sends me places. Think playgrounds and grass thatched houses. Lantern lit dinners and BBC News  at 6p.m. Listening to guys talking through their 'noses' ;). I was 14 years of age. Living with my Grand Parents. The Best Couple ever. The closest i ever came to living with Mummy, Daddy and Joy. Yes, there was Joy-in abundance. At 14, I was exploring and learning and exploring and messing up. Had my first crush- yeah, had a huge crush on the neighbor's kid who seemed to be a ladies' man at my school. My crush all went and died the day he showed up at my school someday and everyone was around him. Well, I know it was a single sex school but everyone was so around him. Suffice to say, my crush died that day- before I had had an opportunity to be exploited... :D But, his Dad was a great guy. Had all these books in his study room.. The first time my Grandpa sent me to drop off  Nelson Mandela...