The Lady from Angola

A meeting

I met a lady in the street today

she was from Angola

I said "hello" and we conversed

she began to weep

 

I held her in my arms

she smiled

she hugged me, I hugged her

 

She drove off in her car

I walked the three miles home

the lady from Angola lived next door to me

 

We seldom speak

just wave or say hello....

Author's Note

True story

Reviews

[Brenda Keach Bradley]

simple words that convay alot. smh but then in just a few words you say alot linear.

[Corset]

did she know you wanted or needed a ride? Is she married? lol, woman are reluctant to give a ride to men, you never know who you are dealing with even if they live next door. It is sad though, that you were left to walk all that way.

[linear]

She is my sister.......although i'm english and white, and she is black and from Angola......and yes i think she must have known...but the meeting was somewhat emotional.....and her husband is not with her.....not certain as to why.

[Corset]

you probably have your answer right there, if she is married she may have been afraid that her husband would hear of it and think her cheating with the neighbor guy, some husbands would not react reasonably to a man in a car with her, men don't have to worry about these things, women however do considering the world we live in, I love that you consider her a sister though, we all share this world, the world for women is a lot different than the world of man. I hope you won't hold it against her, I'm sure it wasn't racial if she hugged you.

[linear]

No..not racial at all, she loves me as I love her...nothing sexual.....we are brother and sister......I don't just think of her that way, she is my sister :O)