Rachel’s Musings-In a Good Place

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So I’m starting a new category called the Fiction Fridays and I hope to be posting fiction stories every Friday. This is intended to help me work more on my fictional writing skills as well keep you entertained! This doesn’t interrupt the usual Sunday posts though. Thanks for your support and encouragement as always! ❤  ❤  Fiction fridays

Here is today’s post!


I’m in a good place. Well, who wouldn’t be while taking in the breath after a fresh rain? I’m sitting in a yoga position, staring out of the window while listening to the birds chirp away. It’s still drizzling outside. I snuggle closer to Dex, my big fluffy bear.

I’m in a good place. This time it has nothing to do with the cozy weather or the weekend that is almost over. I’m in a good place in my heart. I don’t feel it beating as much as it used to when I see him or hear his name. Yesterday he got married. I was there. And I cried. Not because I was particularly happy for him. But because it would have been me. But it wasn’t.

I’m no longer sad.  I know I played my cards wrongly. Well, when I make love a game, I lose. But when I don’t care, I get more than I bargain for.


I never liked them. Now I wonder if I’m just writing because the weather is beckoning to my artistic side like a groom beckons his bride? Is that why I always wanted to travel?


He sure wanted to make me his bride but that felt like clipping my wings. He didn’t want a wife who would scarcely be around. But I didn’t want to stay in either. I’m an explorer, call me Dora- or better still, Ford. As in Ford Explorer. The next car I intend to get before sojourning in Kenya.

Home doesn’t feel any different. If that’s what I can call this place. The place where it all began. Out on the cottage on a rainy day. He covered my hair with his shirt, while keeping me company as I waited for my mom who forgot to leave the keys out for me. We talked, we laughed, and we loved. Or so I thought.

I’ve never really gotten the concept of love. One minute you’re in love. The next, you hate them. I mean, isn’t there middle grounds somehow? Or is it all lust? Well, in that case, I lusted after his intellect, got teased by his wit and dived into his mind’s depth. It was never about the physicals-don’t get me wrong, he was good looking. But that wasn’t the main attraction.

We connected. Like a phone to a familiar WiFi. Once I had the password, I never had to retype it. We automatically synchronized. Now I sound as though I’m not over him. But I am! Lies I tell myself.


The tea kettle is whistling in the kitchen. I need to go get a napkin before I get burnt-again. Reminds me of that fateful winter night in Roehampton. We were both reading for our examinations. I was cold and needed some tea. I picked the kettle without a napkin and got burnt. Stupid me! He smiled while treating the injury with some items from the first aid box. His medical degree always came in handy as I was accident prone. Call me clumsy. As in one of the smurfs.

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What am I doing? Going round in circles as I always do. Circled round Africa the last year and lost my love in the process. Only saw him on the weekends. Half of which he was working. It’s no surprise he married his colleague. I don’t really care about that. I guess.

7 years down the drain. But I’m good. Flushed the memory. I’m fine.

I wish him a happy life with whatever her name is. I’ll move on. Besides I’ve got two tickets to Greece. One was for him. But it’s okay. There’ll always be another one. This story isn’t over.

©Mfon Etuk, 2016


20 thoughts on “Rachel’s Musings-In a Good Place

    Oluwasesan said:
    May 20, 2016 at 6:51 PM

    You get money oh, just trotting the globe, hook me up with some bread na?
    Nice story, keep it up.


      Dainty M responded:
      May 20, 2016 at 6:56 PM

      LOL. Thank you Sesan! Just giving you a peak into my imaginations 😉


    calebspen said:
    May 20, 2016 at 8:38 PM



    Fearfully Wonderfully Me said:
    May 20, 2016 at 10:12 PM

    I really like this! It stirred up many feelings in me. The struggle with remembering old love and moving forward.


      Dainty M responded:
      May 20, 2016 at 11:05 PM

      Yes Emily! I’m glad you get that too 😊 I wrote it during such times of reminiscing. Thanks Emily! ❤

      Liked by 1 person

    Courtney said:
    May 21, 2016 at 12:23 AM

    Great story! I think most people can relate on some level, I know I could. Keep up the good writing! 😃


      Dainty M responded:
      May 21, 2016 at 1:59 PM

      Thanks Courtney! I definitely will be needing some of your tips on fiction writing! 🙂


    Abu Amirah said:
    May 21, 2016 at 12:49 PM

    I thought i was the only one who doesn’t seem to fully comprehend the concept of love! I love this article and i look forward to next week’s piece. I just realized you have already been nominated for the Ewonderhub award……i had also nominated you 😉 http://akhymjanja.co.ke/ewonderhub-blogger-award/


    Beaton said:
    May 25, 2016 at 5:38 AM

    when you feel a part of yourself in a story…..
    you write awesome…..

    there is always another *sigh*


    D'Dream said:
    May 25, 2016 at 8:36 AM

    Your post was very descriptive, I could feel and walk the places in my mind.
    Next time you are on world tour, I don’t mind being part of your escort, lolz.

    This is really nice and I really enjoy it. Bravo!


      Dainty M responded:
      May 25, 2016 at 12:51 PM

      Lol. Thanks dear! Would definitely invite you for the world tour 😉

      Liked by 1 person

        D'Dream said:
        May 25, 2016 at 4:26 PM

        Should I start packing? 😀


        Dainty M responded:
        May 25, 2016 at 4:28 PM

        Haha, yass! By faith! 😀


    Edikan said:
    July 2, 2016 at 11:04 AM

    Wonderfull writing…i chockled all along…
    Very nice.


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