Follow the path of Anika as she struggles to be her own woman in spite of the inside and outside forces that try to wreck her life. Stressed to marry her lover Anika is beset by a foreboding of ghost and mental illness will her lover leave her or stay because his own darkness makes Anika’s seem like a fairytale. Don’t Call me Crazy! I’m Just in Love is expected to be the best drama of the year, available for a limited time only at amazon.com and Barnes and noble. Read a free sample at Amazon.com
The beating alarm sounds clangorously. The time is 3:00 a.m.
Anika dreams of black pearl surroundings, a flash of white light,
the sun, moon, and planets charging towards her. She quivers
with icy cold fear and takes three elongated profound breaths
while awakening out of her apprehensive slumber. She looks at
her clock, turns on her light, looks at her watch, and says with a
tone of distress, “Damn!” She springs up like a chicken with its
head cut off, grabs a few articles of clothing, quickly dresses, and
leaves, slamming the door behind her. She steps into her 1985
lusterless blue-black Ford to embark on her long journey to the
home of the love of her life. The one that she hopes to marry one
day; an eternity can pass and she will still be waiting, with ring
finger pointed, for his hand in marriage. She performs her daily
ritual. She buckles her seat belt, starts up her engine, and puts in
music. The music that makes her feel at home. The music that
makes her feel love for herself and others. The joy of music is
what holds her together, what gives her the stamina to struggle
through life’s trials and tribulations. She can now drive, for she
has found that right song for that right moment. She is so
observant while driving in the midst of nightfall throttled by the
chalked fog, she sees flags of USA swaying from poles grounded
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near store fronts. Her eyes stop past bravery crimson and glances
at the purity of a royal sky filled with opal stars, which to her
represents peace and tranquility, freedom, choice, love, honor,
and the hope of fulfilling the American dream. She sees car
dealerships, great buildings of great corporations. She feels she
can have anything she desires, anything she lays her eyes upon,
anything. She is observant to how entrepreneurs choose to
advertise, the colors they use, the words used, the symbols used,
for she wants to possess the same creativity that entrepreneurs
possess. She wants the same material possessions that those
entrepreneurs possess. She wants the beatification that she sees
those entrepreneurs’ wives possess.
She remains content as she listens to her music. She knows
there are strategic steps to take to acquire the material possessions
that are wanted. She exhales, inhales, and then exhales once more.
She’s so confident. She can stare at anything she chooses and still
drive, without losing focus. Through her car mirrors she sees
everything. No need to worry. She fast-forwards her CD to one
of her favorite songs. This song reminds her of him, the one; he
is and has always been the one. She begins to sing “He’s the one.
My everything. The only one, I will ever love. He’s the one. My
everything. The only one, I will ever love.”
Before she knows, it she has made it to her anticipated
terminus. She excitedly jumps out of her car, runs up to his door,
and knocks. After the third knock, here he comes running up to
the door like a spider man. Mosi’s bare nut-brown muscular chest
and massive broad shoulders greet her with a wet hug. She can’t
help but stare as his athletic shoulders squeeze through his white
tee. He is a towering, slender, well-built man. He would make any
woman melt down to her knees. He’s rough though, rough
around the edges. He is her opposite, even though when he spoke
his first words to her, she knew he was the one. He was so downDON’T
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to-earth, an honest man, faithful, loyal, and someone who would
never leave her side.
Anika met Mosi in one of her business courses. He had his eye
on her for the entire semester but never said a word. He was
swept away by her beauty. Any other time with any other woman
he would have approached like a jungle predator. But around
Anika he remained without words. Anika had to be the one to
initiate conversation. She also had her eyes on him the entire
semester. In the last month of classes she realized she would have
to make the first move. It was on a Friday, she remembers, right
after Christmas. She arrived ten minutes early to class, for she
knew he would be the only one waiting for class to start. And she
would have her opportunity to speak to him with no interference
from other classmates. She gathered her uneasy nerves and spoke.
“Did you get anything good for Christmas?” she asked.
He was startled by her voice. So much time passed and she
never spoke a word to him before. He swallowed the swollen
lump in his throat and fought to speak just one word. His first
words stumbled on his tongue.
“I, I had a good Christmas. I got many gifts. How about
yourself?” Mosi asked.
Anika was then struck with words of a player. “I wish I would
have had you for Christmas,” Anika said. The ice was then broken
and they began to chuckle.
Before meeting Anika, Mosi was a player. He didn’t believe in
being faithful to one woman. He thought monogamy was
believed in by the insane. Handsome man that he is, women cater
to him. He didn’t have to lift a finger. He had one woman who
would clean for him, one who would run his errands, and one
who was available for sex any time his body called for it. Anika to
Mosi is a wonder woman. She is a beautiful young Capricorn born
in January and unknowingly surrounded in purple rain, which is
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the natural color of her aura. She has a petite seducing figure that
curves into an hour-glass shape. Her long jet-black hair shines as
it flows down her slender back and her flawless coffee skin is as
beautiful and smooth as silk and sateen. She is kind and only
wants to help those in need. Her need to help is so keen that
sometimes she is pulled into what many call drama. And how one
gets sucked into DRAMA is easily understood. Her favorite color
is burgundy and sometimes she loves to dress in lilac with waves
of gold necklaces. She is of confidentiality and others enjoy telling
her all, for they know she will tell no one. She is different from
most. She feels she can solve all things through love.
Mosi smiles, his bleached snow-white teeth are lined in a row
of perfection. The warmth of his smile takes her breath away
every time. Inhale, pause, exhale, pause, inhale, pause, exhale,
pause…. His jaw thrust forward and he kisses her softly curled
plum lips. The corners of her mouth then turn upwards and she
returns his kiss.
“So how was the long drive?” Mosi asks as his aroused pupils
welcome her into his lavish home. His home has a look of
professional interior decoration. His late renaissance canvas
covers his beige walls. His ivory ceiling appears to rise without
ending, and his eggshell carpet feels of rabbit fur.
“Fine, I love to drive,” Anika replies.
He fixes her a late-night snack. They both sit on his leather
chaise and enjoy watching, on his 65-inch television, those
movies that brings light to the knowledge of self. Anika’s eyes
begin to doze and Mosi awakens her.
“You’re not falling asleep already, are you?” he asks as his ushaped
grin presses up against his dimples. She does not reply,
only wakens fully and staggers towards the bedroom, for she
knows what is wanted without saying a word. And then her eyes
fall, pressing weight on her curled lashes.