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‘When Love Blossom’

“After the tattoo, they had shared their first kiss by the mall entrance,  she could never shake off how shy she’d been after that”

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Students gambolled about the schoolyard like bees chasing and spreading pollen in the heart of the dry season, a season hotter and dustier up north than most parts of Cameroon. The earth parched and cracked like it hadn’t seen water for decades. The plants were almost non-existent and water from open taps ran so hot they needed to be collected and cooled under shades or Calabashes. A cool day seemed like a shockwave had hit the ripple of the sun’s continuum throwing the heat delicately out of pattern and in that slight space in the sun’s continuum, cold air brushed over the town like a kiss from the wind, which only happened once in a month throughout the dry season.

Maimuna knew better not to dirty her uniforms or become too sweaty, from a tender age, looking a hot dusty mess had always been a rebuffing trigger from her mum who did the laundry, as Maimuna grew older she became conscious of what the hot weather meant for her teenage looks. She sometimes remembered her mum’s voice echoing her disapproval of her dirty dusty feet and sweaty gown armpits referring to her as ‘Mrs ganakoh’ a title for the wives of cattle nomads. These days the most her mum did was look at her, sigh with disapproval on anything remotely close to dusty shoes and sweaty armpits. Her mum still managed to behave like she did the laundry when at the age of fifteen the maids did most of her washing except for her undergarments.

May’s dad was a top ranking military general who had worked in many parts of the country, but loved the North the most, he never took up the Muslim religion but enjoyed the organised ways in which the men, women and children religiously prayed, he always remarked that crimes were a lot less in this part of the country than anywhere else because the repercussions were religiously linked and dire. Being the only English general in town he could speak some of the Fulani tongues plus French, this was a respectful added bonus which worked in his favour politically and social stature wise, the lifestyle and culture up north had a complimenting ego massaging effect on him you could tell from the almost always satisfactory grin he wore with a tinge of arrogance.

 

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When Words Bludgeon 

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This weekend getaway was something Melissa, Catherine and Dinah had planned for ages. The workload was taking its toll and there was a major issue across all three friends on work-life balance or imbalance that needed to be addressed, every single one of them was suffering the effects of a very successful career and no time for the good things in life they all aspired towards.

The three friends seem to be paying a hash price for the good life and six/seven digit salaries in the heart of the London city. Catherine and Dinah were all in the banking sector and in their own way they felt like the women Wolfs of wall street, while Melissa, the wheeler-dealer of international development had somehow with her political science degree and MSc in development had ended in International Development, meaning her trips around the third world were a lot frequent than she had anticipated – but in all it looked like she loved her job more than her two besties.

In the heart of all the whir and fuzz, the only thing that kept them on track was their sisterhood – their friendship was all they had had for decades and they sure knew how to feed the very essence of it as much as they could. They had an insatiable quest for value in what they held most dear and that was each other or so they presumed. Trying their best to nourish and cherish the bond of sisterhood and friendship which they all shared.

Meeting at Heathrow was a well thought-out plan for their vacation – Heathrow was the closest to one person’s geographic location but a fair share of travel for all. The person who lived closest had to make sure coffee and croissants were waiting at the airport and all the necessary information was available before all the others got there to check-in, so there was no complaining from Dinah who bore the brunt of living twenty minutes from the airport, she required less travel, but had to hold the fort for Mellissa and Catherine.

When all three finally gathered at the landmark location with giddy excitement and embrace it was already time to check-in to their flight which they bungled their ecstatic selves  on-time after giggles and hugs and insults and banter about anything and everything but more importantly who had put on the most weight, their number one best conversation of all times, they all agreed that Mellissa looked a little on the ‘fat’ side and her boobs were huge making her cleavage unbearably obviously distracting in her low-cut blouse.

The flight took off with three ladies holding hands and whispering their usual mantra for take-off panic – ‘be gone with it be gone all fears’ – the sun rose with the terrain underneath the skies from above – Ibiza was their destination of choice and well so.

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