A writer's haven

                                                                       It’s a day when the sun is really beaming with laughter. I’m sitting under a shade just basking in the euphoria of its cool warmth. I remember the poem Africa my Africa, o mother Africa; Africa of proud warriors in the great ancestral savannah. How good it feels to be free from the freezing temperatures of the temperate climate. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, I can’t believe my luck. Hippie!! There’s no telling how I’m having fun not having to dress like an Eskimo, or a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes. My phone rings. Grrrng Grnng!!!! I check the caller id and it’s none other than my childhood sweetheart, Deremi. Hi darling. His baritone voice makes me want to go gaga. Hi love, I replied him. Welcome back to the country. How are you enjoying our 91◦f? So, so, I reply him like the African belle that I am. I’ve missed you darling. Same here, I tell him. I can't wait to see you. I can't wait to see