Haiette's Song
One night I was lucky enough, even for the first time, to sit down and talk with a woman who said that she was from Africa, and when asking what country in Africa, she said that she was from Nigeria. The way she was dressed and how stylishly sexy she looked, I could have seen her on the cover of Mademoiselle or Vogue, the New York City dancer or choreographer on a hiatus in the Netherlands. With a creamy complexion who said she was Nigerian, and with a natural Arabic accent, I'm not sure if my mind ever put the pieces together. Even a body that I had never honestly seen before; where there should have been muscle definition, it seemed smooth, milky and soft. She told me her name was Haiette, she said that it's an Arabic word that means ‘life' before she got up and left, and I guess like the women above, all I will have of her and them, is a lifetime of a wonderful meeting, one that will have, excuse the expression, saved my life, least made it complete.
(This is an excerpt from the novel Stasis & Poreris...
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