OBSESSION

It is a true I am obsessed with Africa, this I don’t deny. My ex-husband had an Andikra symbol tattooed on his arm along with a Ghana flag, took me three seconds to fall in love. (He was “the one” for that precise moment in time. Fun was had. I wish him well.) Later the rollercoaster of life rollercoasted, and eventually I met Prof, my top suitor, both his legs were covered with Andikra symbols. This time I had evolved, so I as the responsible adult that I am, I took 1.5 seconds to fall in love and 1.5 seconds to study our compatibility. His not believing in God troubled me and things did not romantically pan out. (He remains a man of great integrity that I respect deeply.) My life is a script. These things just happen to me… My type? Blackidy. Black. Black. Worry not about my obsession for Africa. Worry about your lack of interest in your motherland.

Love Always,
Liv