Moving on...
Why is change so scary? We take a decision to move on, yet hold on to the same things that we need to move away from....And love, what really is it? Amal strives day after day, after day to figure it out.
Being alone was not a welcome thought. She had long concluded that alone hurt real bad. Who would share her dreams, her hopes, her tears and her fears? Who would celebrate her feats? Yes, she had the girls but they had other lives outside their ring of friendship. Someone actually had the gall to suggest a support group.What in the world did a support group in Nigeria look like? AA with a different mission? Thanks, but no thanks!
Maybe she needed to stop looking for love and let love find her. YES! That's what she would do. Recalling her last date gave her the shivers. Brenda, her lifelong friend had set it up with a guy from her office. Reluctant at first, Amal succumbed after meeting Ibrahim 'accidentally' at Bren's office. He was cute and witty. A deadly combination where Amal was concerned. They had dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant and everything was great. Ibrahim was great company....making her laugh, teasing information out of her with ease and finesse, talking modestly about himself. It was a pleasant evening until just before dessert, he picked up a toothpick and began to pick strands of steak from his teeth and to Amal's complete horror, examine them carefully before putting them back in his mouth and eating them! It happened four times before she excused herself, went into the ladies room and stayed there till she got her act together. For reasons unknown, the singular act of recycling his dinner cost Ibrahim his ticket to date number 2.
