Skip to main content

Lucky in Love

22 years.
2 decades & counting.
Almost a quarter of a century.
A lifetime of Us.

Did I know all those years ago that this marriage would work? No.
Am I surprised it works so well? You bet.
Am I happy I took the leap of faith and followed my heart? Damn right!

As with anything in life, there are no guarantees and it requires courage and a firm belief that things will work out the way it should.

Marriage is hard work, but when you get it right, there is nothing better.
So here's to us: To me and my Shah!

We kept it simple today, heading to the place we both loved. We stood in the ocean in the warm embrace of the Mother City with the waves crashing over us. A light breeze played through our hair and over our tanned skin warmed by the early morning sunshine.

He reached out his hand to me, beckoning me closer:
"Come here, I got you!" he said, as the wave threatened to knock me over, the tide now coming in fast. I reached for his hand, it was firm and strong, like an anchor in stormy seas, rooting me firmly in place by his side. I giggled like a schoolgirl, there's no other place I'd rather be, no other person I'd want with me in turbulent waters.

The soft sand felt like silk beneath my feet, " Let me go!" I said, longing to tumble in the waves. He let my hand slip out of his and the wave took me away. I tasted salt water as I came up for air! I squinted, saw him laughing at me in the distance, the sun behind his back making him shine. With a strong stroke I made my way against the current to where he was. We bobbed on the ocean, rocking like babies, the waters calm further in.
"Happy Anniversary, baby!" he said.
 I kissed him with lips cold and wet and tasting of salt.

"I got lucky," I whisper to the ocean, the waves, the wind...and my message was carried away to the universe on a gentle breeze.

Popular posts from this blog

Right here, Right now.

The wind whistles & howls, shaking up Cape Town ; waking her weary chidren.

Dazed I wake up for a second time, opening heavy lids to find that Monday had dawned softly. Ribbons of red are slowly beginning to caress the darkness as I stretch out lazy like a cat, lying in the middle of the kingsize bed, my thick winter frame engulfed by fleecy bedding the colour of candy floss.
"Sweet!" I utter out loud to an already empty house as soft light filters in through aluminium blinds making stripes like tattoos on my pale skin.
I should get up, but I am perplexed by the day which stretches ahead of me demanding nothing!
I'm at odds, not used to so much time on my hands, "busy" being my usual setting.

I'm beginning to like this new reality.
The ticking clock by my bedside sets a steady rhythm, as all around me the world is on the go, moving in circles. It's as if the world's forgotten about this one, tiny space. In my cocoon I groggily sit up, twisting m…


Furrows deep and pronounced line my brow. I contemplate them,  willing them away, stroking them gently, each stroke meant to iron them out. I am their canvas, they are my storylines.

I seize my ironing, and listen to their tales.
I feel the cold to my bones!

Not the usual Cape Town cold I grew up with in the Southern Suburbs, but an iciness matching any day spent in Tewkesbury more than a decade ago in the UK.  The kind of cold that requires down feather jackets and knee-high fake fur boots.  The kind of cold that leaves sleet on windshields, and soup pots full.
Central heating!Pah! Our homes in Cape Town are ill-equipped for this kinda torture!
I hug my hot water bottle to me like a long lost lover, it's squishy, and pot-bellied and jiggles when I squeeze it. Raising the white mug to my lips, I slurp the almost scalding coffee quickly. My fifth cuppa and it's only 10:42am. Two bars glow bright orange at me. Mikey hogs the heater, and Georgie sits on top of the TV cabinet like a …

The Road to Al Dhaid

I wake up from a deep sleep, startled by silence and a bed devoid of him. I lay spread eagled, entangled in white cotton sheet, a sense of solitude overwhelming me as soon as I open my eyes.

The desert heat clings to my body while a pale moon tries it's best to break through thick, brown silky drapes. I drag myself up, feeling a twinge in my lower back and pull the clawing nightdress down thick hips and thighs.
Middle age bringing unwelcome changes.

My feet hit lukewarm tiles as I stumble the short distance to the window, hanking the brown open to reveal the the mosque the colour of sand.  In the distance it's soft lights are alluring against a dark sky.
The call to prayer begins as I stand silently staring out at University City Road. No screeching tyres, honking horns, or irate drivers to disturb the peace. Only an ocassional early morning traveller making his way along the quiet streets of sleepy Sharjah.
The adhan is soothing and I am instantly alert, a sense of urgency gu…