lizzet

I met you just about 5 years ago, i remember that day clearly, a stormy snowy November Evening. We had driven to Perniö through this shit storm. You had waited for a while to meet me, so excited your daughter had found love again. You couldn't wait and had called a few times trying to find out how far we were. I was quite nervous on the other hand, i thought of the petty stupid things, i thought of my colour and my presentation and wondered if you would approve. I was anxious for nothing as you proved to me..silly me.. Then we arrived, butterflies filled my tummy! You were standing by the door before I even got out the car,  and the moment I did, you stretched your arms, hugged and said ' welcome to our home, you have been so awaited,' the butterflies vanished, just like that, because that's the kind of woman you were! Your touch calmed everyone in crisis, your hugs consoled and healed many emotional wounds. I can tell what a great mother, grandmother and great grandmot...

I  am writing this post on flight enroute London-Abudhabi, happily sipping my glass of white(what would wdo without a glass, cheers to the wine makers). I was thinking of sending this photos above the clouds to my nearly 5 year old nephew and 6 month old goddaughter! Just to give these kids some dreams! When I was that age, nobody I knew or was associated with had flown on a plane! The first person close to me to fly was my cousin to the U.K. I will never forget that night, all kids in a pickup to the airport, it might have been embarrassing for my cousin but it surely instilled a lot in us who were being left behind!    The notion that 'it is be possible'. All parents and relatives(since kids in Africa are brought up by the village),insisted it was about education, so I guarded my pen, even through my wild teenage hood. I guarded that pen and paper to see the day! And many more that have followed. So to my young kids, I can't tell you how many flights I have been on c...