It’s BACK….

Few months ago, it was bright, warm and comforting, the city was filled with noise and excitement, tranquility could hardly sleep or have a peaceful time. The olympics came to the city, vibrance of multiculturalism in all forms possible, it brought the world together into our city, great time, great fun an experience of a life time, a summer with an unusual twist. The whole city was lit up, a moment millions won’t forget shared memories, pictures taken, atmosphere buzzing.

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Every good thing must come to an end its just the progressive and regressive cycle of nature, just like you eat but your still hungry, we are hungry for more moments like this, but at least we had a moment. The sun was out yesterday providing me the liberty of wandering around with less layer of fabric, but its unfortunate how it boarded a night flight yesterday, It would be gone for a while, The weather is feeling blue and cold once again.

This is the moment everyone keeps to themselves, when the streets are quiet before the night time, when the day switches off its light earlier than normal. A time of the year when layers upon layers of fabric are worn. Its winter and am shivering again, cold smoke emitting from my mouth, hands tucked firmly in my pocket, outdoor feels quite discomforting, only comfort would be, holding on to a mug filled with hot morning coffee. Its winter , that time of  the year.

Good Times – 1

It all starts well with great vibrancy, the sound of love strikes hard like a thunder, how better could it be, everyday feels much better, they can’t wait for the day to end, in order to jump blissfully into each others arms like petal of flowers on the bed. Amazing period, the emotions rush enormously in their bodies, every minute is plastered with concrete memories, what a wonderful world, the day and night couldn’t flourish much better. They said it took them back to the 1978 convention, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, moments and moments of passionate intimacy, yet again what a wonderful world.

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They met at a party, put together by a college friend, the night was filled with old friends catching up, they all  discussed about life after graduation, what they all doing , how life is treating them, drinks and food everywhere, the music couldn’t set a better tone for the graceful night, there she was Mrs to be, standing by the window side, frequently looking through, catching a glimpse of the green garden, she was invited by an old friend Emma, she stood out from the crowd, dressed down in a long red silk, wrapped around firmly with good intentions. Her name was Leona, she smiled shyly to funny conversations, her filled glass barely reduced, she didn’t feel really comfortable, the room felt clustered with segregation.

A comfort I suppose she yearned for at that instance, then came David, framed body like it was sculpted, dressed in a tight tee, old Levi’s pair of jeans, Ferragamo brown leather pair of loafers, tapping his cigarette crust confidently against the ash tray, while he sipped dom perignon without a care in the world. both young  and well suited for each other, complementing each others beauty, eye contacts spiraled across the room, without anyone noticing, who to make the first approach was the difficulty, macho David decided to introduce himself regardless, heads turned towards the window direction where Leona stood, “hi my name is David, mine is Leona” ,”nice to meet you, nice to meet you too” the conversations broke loose and the night was a history, contacts exchanged, meetings set, the night couldn’t go to sleep any better, snoring loudly in excitement, good night.

The morning came David went through his diary for her number, Leona waited eagerly with somewhat butterfly excitement, finally the phone rang through, giggles,with flirtatious conversations, complementary words dished across the signals. a meeting at the popular neighborhood cafe confirmed again for the evening in a glance. They couldn’t wait to embrace one another, while they also shared stories about their crazy little past.

The evening came, they met up, having gulped few drinks, they opened up and talked more care-freely, couldn’t keep their eyes off one another, hands was definite, the music sounded better, they decided to help their staggering self to the dance floor, where they danced sensually to the sounds of beautiful Nubia, after an hour of relentless body contact, they shared their first kiss under the deemed mixed light of the dance floor while the night rounded itself up with more kisses.

To Be Continued….