I looked through the old books, there was nothing worth buying...the best of Ian flemming...but I did not feel like Ian flemming, so I left the books and looked at the paintings...sea...seagulls...rocks....storms...more sea....birds...I left the paintings. I caressed chairs and tables...brown wood...I could not look at plates and kitchen ware...the room had an energy...there is something so personal about peoples plates and glasses...so personal...too personal...so I left the room...back to furniture...more tables, and shelves and then I saw it...an old singer...my heart leapt with excitement...that was it! It was perfect, too perfect...exactly what you wanted...and I wrote the sms...
"Hehehehe! You won't believe what I have found! An old singer sewing machine! It’s exactly what you described...just twenty dollars...should I get it?"
I pressed "send"....but then the most mysterious thing happened, the phone wanted me to write a number...what does that mean? Your name is always there...right there....what was the meaning of this? So I pressed "send" again...but again, the phone wanted a number...or perhaps a name from my contact list? I sighed with exasperation...and tried to find your name...but your name was not there...then I remembered...you were not there anymore...
So I deleted the message and even though it was pouring rain, I walked all the way home...without the sewing machine.
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I dey go read!
Oh wow! I hope its not a loved one who passed...
Nicely written.
gurl ur writing just makes me tingle..i get all emotional and ish!!keep on doing this gurl..xoxo
waffy,anytime I see a post from you in italics, i hold my heart in my hands.
i hope whoever was there that would have loved that sewing machine, left you with treasurable memories
Is this about the lady who had cancer and passed away? Whoever it is, they obviously left footprints with you...
You can treasure the lovely memories.
It's a shame that I just started reading your blog. The "Two pennies for a sack of Garri" was one of the things that all united to stop me from going to bed early. I was wondering if what you meant by the two pennies was (money, or material things) not being enough to buy the sack of Garri (the wieght on her shoulders-her fears of her friend dying of cancer). But, I hope this is fiction, if not, I wish for you to be strong.
The scene you created is eerie and haunting.
Dont give me the backstory. I will sense out the rest and wrap it around myself
...you sabi write o...that was deeply touching...i don't yet want to experience such...
yes, sometimes you delete the phone number but the mind still finds to hard to forget. this life sef!
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