Greetings from Wales- Singing and me

Greetings from Wales.

 Today the singing was out of this world. I swear I thought the Lord Jesus was going to descend from heaven and scoop me away from the troubles of this world!

I love singing. Boy do I love to sing. If only I had the voice to go with it life would be much simpler! But then again if my choir master can put up with me, who am I to deny myself of this incredible feeling?

Having been a member of my church choir for a few years I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that wild horses couldn’t stop me from singing even if they tried!

So what’s up with the singing?

We sing to praise.
We sing when we’re happy.

We sing when we’re sad.

We sing when we’re excited.

We sing when we’re hurting.

And at times we sing to mock, when we’re confused and unsure about what it is that life is trying to tell us.

Science informs us that singing releases endorphins known as ‘feel good’ chemicals. These chemicals give us a euphoric high which brings about some kind of satisfaction. So when you sing or listen to music, Mother Nature is trying to dig you out of a hole or indeed reinforce that joy which is already in your heart. I don't care where you're from there’s something about music that reaches to the depth of our souls. A universal language understood by all and one of the things that makes us special beings and at times unite us.

So put on your favourite music and have a sing-along. Boyz to men, Little Mix, Oliver Mtukudzi or the Gaithers' Homecoming. It doesn't matter what you're into. Let’s keep those endorphins flowing in our bodies. I intend to!

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Think before you leap....flash fiction

Tick tock, tick tock. The clock ticked. It was at exactly two minutes to eight when she heard car wheels crunching her driveway. Her heart gave an anxious leap as she stood up from her bed. She glanced into the mirror, turning sideways to examine the look of her dress on her. As usual she looked perfect. But there was nothing perfect about this night, she thought. Within seconds she heard footsteps growing towards the door. It wasn't long before the door -bell erupted into a familiar ding dong sound. Thanks to her daughter who had customised it that way. She had grown into it but as it went off that evening there was something about its sound that spelt disaster. She stood at the top of the stairs staring at his silhouette by the door. There was no doubt about it. He had come to settle things with her and within seconds he would ring the bell again being as impatient as he was. She had a good mind to turn around and pretend she’d heard nothing but it was too late. He had seen her car parked in the driveway and she knew he wouldn’t leave until he’d seen her. She gave a huge sigh and tip toed down the stairs, each step bringing her closer to sealing her fate.....

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The antidepressant...

     ‘Have you taken the Amitriptyline that I gave you to try?’ Pauline asked her daughter.

     Rose rolled her eyes. ‘I told you I’m not taking those things. Dr Chamberlain prescribed them for you not me. Nothing wrong with my head.’

     ‘Oh, yeh. I guess that makes me a nutter!’

     Rose shrugged in defiance to her mother’s hand holding out the sunset yellow pill to her.

     They say if you give time a chance, there is nothing it can’t heal.

     Pauline used to believe it but as she sat next to her daughter, scrutinising her from the corner of her eye she wasn't sure anymore. Seven years was long enough by anyone’s standards. She knew she was doing the right thing. Some things needed more than just time.

     Seconds later a voice could be heard through the intercom.

     ‘That’s us dear.’ Pauline said signalling to her daughter to gather their luggage.

     It had been announced that the Mbuya Nehanda Boeing 737 was boarding at Gate number 21.

   ‘We better get moving. It will take us at least fifteen minutes to get there. With my arthritis I can't walk very fast.’ Pauline said.

     Harare International Airport was a hive of activity. Black, white, coloured and yellow folk, they all scurried in different directions. If this country is that bad, why are all these tourists still flooding in? Rose wondered silently as she studied each and every face heading towards the opposite direction.

     

    The two women weaved their way impatiently through the crowds, Rose in front and Pauline hobbling a few steps behind.

     ‘This is the answer, you will see.’ Pauline said through gasps of air.

     ‘But London mother? Don’t you think it’s a little extreme?’

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