– WRITTEN BY PRINCESS CHISOM
The breeze blew softly
And her hair swayed to the rhythm of the breeze
At the shore of the beach, she heaved a sigh of worry. A sigh produced by uncertainty. Uncertainty as a result of the thoughts in her mind.
The beauty of the setting sun ignited some sort of emotion on her insides
Normally, she would take out her camera and capture the moment then later post them on her blog
But now, she watched, she watched the soft blend of reds and blues and greens and yellows
The colours reminded her of Linda’s eyes. Linda with the curly hair and happy smile
Linda with the laughter that could heal a thousand broken hearts
Linda with the little growing bottom tooth
Linda that screamed “Sanda” each time she visited the orphanage home instead of “Sandra”.
She had seen many orphans but Linda was different; Linda was her- only much more little-and she was Linda.
Energetic, curious, wild, adventurous and always excited. Nothing weighed Linda down. And for this, she wanted to adopt her.
She loved Linda. She knew this and could feel it deep in her bones.
But adopting her would limit her freedom. She would need to keep her eyes constantly on the child for she had fears entrusting the little child in the hands of nannies who she knew little or nothing about.
She still wanted to explore the world. She had crazy ideas in her head. She wanted to jump off Étretat in France and rake rickshaws through India, all the while taking pictures, eating strange meals and blogging.
With Linda in the picture, she would have to postpone this, so she thought.
But her restless feeling of travelling somewhere and her love for Linda were at loggerheads in her mind and she had no idea what to do.
Again, with the cool, gentle breeze blowing through her hair, she sighed a sigh of confusion.
My name is George Chisom Princess
I write and sing. I love to tell the good, bad and ugly with my words, voice and melody.