Chapter 149

"I am good. Come in, please." We walk inside, directly to the well-prepared dinner area.

Oh, dear! The sweet aroma! The table is full of food, from corner to corner, some of which don't seem familiar to me. I understand, though. The Indian delicacies are so different from the African dishes. Their inviting, mouthwatering aroma is the only smell filling this humongous room. My! My! We settle down, and she hands me an empty plate, asking me to assist myself with the delicacies. I serve myself more of what I am familiar with and less of what seems so unfamiliar but is sweet to me.

We dig in, and I tell you, I hope there will be a thousand dinners with her. That is, if this ends well. The food is exemplary and scrumptious. We talk about my music as we continue eating, and she can't stop praising my songs. It makes me miss the stage more. That feeling of being on stage and being carried away by music is magical. I have received some invitations to a few shows, but...

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