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Birthday Wish List

My birthday is here, well almost, and I’m excited! I’m not getting the usual pre-birthday jitters and I’m not feeling the “oh my, I’m getting old” pangs so all is good in the A empire. And guess what? (Drum-roll please) I’m publishing my birthday wish list so you don’t have to spend forever guessing the right gift to get me. (Genius right? I know!). The countdown to my birthday has officially begun, so consider your selves duly notified.

So here goes;

  1. Candlelit dinner

Yes. Obviously. So last week, I found out your birthday didn’t happen if you don’t go to a fancy restaurant with your girls, all made up and have fun. And since this bday is definitely happening, yes to dinner. So dinner at a really really nice place, your choice But no tacky places, no happy hour, no Aboude, no…erm, I think you get the picture.

  1. Perfume

Yes. Yes. Yes to all Elizabeth arden perfumes but Red door.  Yes to Vera Wang and the biggest yes to coco no. 5 & paco rabanne 1 Million. So here, it’s just yes. Yes. yes!

  1. Shoes. Shoes

Just because a girl can’t have too many shoes. I got a pre-bday gift, shoes, and they are adorable. But I love shoes, so yes to them too. I’m a size 39. Just in case.

  1. Cake

Because you can’t have a birthday without cake. Plus I don’t fancy baking my own cake. So cake, preferably, from D’café. (Call and ask for directions :D)

Well, actually, my list is much longer than this. You’d notice novels are not on this list because, they go without saying. So maybe, Born on a Tuesday by Elnathan John or Beloved by Toni Morrison? Or maybe any Chimamanda book aside Purple Hibiscus of course.  And I looove kaftans, & chocolates, & iphones &…yes, my list is very long. So you see, there is soo much you can choose from. (oh my gahh i’m so funny, I know).

Now you know what to get me. Yay! So, go on, surprise me. Wink. Wink. Happy birthday to me! Again, Gemini’s rock!

Flash Fiction 1: Chocolate, PJs and everything in between

It’s amazing the things we can’t forget;  like the a conversation with a long lost friend, the cover of a book, read so long ago that you can’t remember who wrote it, or the face of that acquaintance you can’t quite put a name to. Or the lines from a poem; even if it means nothing to you (yeah right).

“She must be…she must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.

You are a souvenir shop where he goesto remember how much people miss him

when he is gone.”**

Even as i took a long hot bath, wore my pajamas and jumped into bed, the verse kept on running through my head. So i got up, took the last bowl of chocolate ice-cream and picked up Michael Chricton’s Disclosure (no more self help books for me) to finish the last chapter.
It was a little after 10:00pm when my phone started ringing. The name that flashed across the screen read Kwesi. “You are a souvenir shop where he goes…”
I can do this, let it go to voice-mail, let it go to voice-mail, let it go to voice…
“Hiii Kwesi…”
**full poem by Sierra Demulder here