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A HAPPY WEEPING NIGHT A night ago I spent more than an hour listening to a war victim from La cote Ivoire. Her English was very bad yet she did her best to pass her grief onto me. I sat right in front of her with my eyes rooted into hers. She wept and I couldnt hold back mine. We both had a beautiful weeping night. So sorrowful. she paused her tears and said, Cliff, I fiiling Liberation, no one hearing me story before, no one wanna know, thank you. I felt the true liberation in her voice and I could see her soul up and dancing in her tattered heart. I wished I could perform a magic,I wish I could speak to those pieces of heart to stitch together and return to normal. I looked on helplessly as she spread wild smiles through her drops of tears ( TEARS OF SELF FREEDOM). Can we make this a monthly recurring meeting? I asked....Oh oh Cliff, I English so big, what is your talk? she retorted. I gave off a quick laughter and she chased me with a fist. She hit her toe against a stone and trembled, I made an attempt to catch her from falling and she landed in my palms. Her eyes which were some few minutes ago a fountain of tears had now dried up to a mountain of beauty and she laughed like she never had known war or death. I positioned her fully back on two feet and held her left hand as we walked to nowhere or I knew somewhere? We both knew we had no destination though we were close to our hostel, either of us was ready to break the company and so we took the air in the parks. The romance had just began. I will end it here, Dear reader please bare with me, you are not the only one reading, my mums and Dads are here too. However if you are too anxious to know what happened in the parks, call me +233-243129401. When you call and I answer dont say Hello Cliff or Good day Sir, just say Continue and I will perfectly understand.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 15:12:14 +0000

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