I haven't been to my writing group in a couple of months. I have been M.I.A for a while. I am not proud of it but in my defence, I did work on my texts. I just wasn't there "live". The group consists of only Africans. Two Libyans, One Nigerian(represented by yours truly), two South Africans, Two Gambians and one guy from Sierra Leone who can understand my pidgin English!(I know, I get excited easily).
Anyway, so I walk into the room and I am amazed by all the hugs and kisses I receive. Shouts of "Hey, where have you been?" "We missed you" "So good to see you again". However, as the hours progressed, it became quite clear that it was not the usual talkative Waffy. Many times, I was caught day dreaming, or with a frown on my face or just plain "off". Different people asked me at different times, "Are you okay? "What's up?" I was given coffee and scones, and everybody made quite a fuss about my return.
I was busy staring once again into the abyss of nothingness when the guy from Sierra Leone came up to me with his head phones and told me he had something for me. Imagine my surprise to hear P Square's No one like you blasting from his head phones.He looked at me and smiled....In that moment, his kindness meant more to me than anything in the whole wide world.
I guess that is what Valentine's day should be about. The ability to see someone with open eyes, the ability to acknowledge the other person and tell him/her "I see you".
I wish you all a lovely day!
Lots of love,