I’m back.
Now dance.
People,
A whole lot has happened since I wrote properly in this space. In fact, so much has happened that I don’t think I’m the same person anymore. Fortunately for you though, I don’t feel the need to share the minutiae of my drama-drenched life. One day all that will go in a book, and if you buy it, you will be privy to the details of the struggle and whatever follows it.
To make a long story short, I am now in New York. I got here just a couple of days before election day and will be staying until mid January. So, to the three readers I have, if you happen to be in New York and want to meet up, drop me a line so we can arrange something.
She was supposed to give birth today so…
…we arranged to go out last night.
I was excited and planned to wear my favorite satin pencil skirt.
It was supposed to be her last pre-maternal hangout.
At around 6 PM, I got an SMS.
“I am in a lot of pain. I don’t think I can go out. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Woo hoo! I’m gonna be an aunt again! You’ll make a wonderful mom. Love you :* “
I then sat in my room wondering what will happen next.
At 1:20 AM I got another SMS.
“I did it! I gave birth to a baby boy at 9! His name is Laith and he is SO cute! It was OK!”
I stared into space.