LADY'S NIGHT

Today

People say things like “men have such dirty minds.”
According to some online reports men think about sex every seven seconds, but honestly I don’t even believe that!!

But let me tell u about WOMEN!

Friday, 25th November

Friday night I had been invited to an Ann Summers party in my friend’s house, let’s just call her the host! I was humming and hawing about whether to go or not, but thankfully in the end I did because it was some experience.

Now I know I have a dirty mind and I like a bit of kinkiness in the bedroom and I’m not ashamed of it, but I know some women don’t like to talk about all that, they prefer to keep it private, but I was soon to learn there was way more like me than I realized.

Women in the company of just women are filthy minded, I had one of the best nights ever, so for ye that don’t know, Ann Summers is a sex shop and they have reps that come out and do parties in your home.

I got there at about 7.50 pm and the girl doing the party Diane (the rep) was just setting up! She came armed with a rail, a very big pink suitcase and a folder, once she set up and we waited for the rest of the girls to arrive and once they did, it began. I was so curious as to the night’s events at this stage.

SEX GAMES

Names Porn Stars Would Envy

First, we were all given catalogues full of all the delightful stuffs u can buy, and given our pseudo names for the night, I was Threesome Teresa, the hostess with the mostess was Bumfluff Brenda, her sister whose birthday it was, was Ivan Ictchycock, Suck and Swallow Sarah and many more I can’t recall. We could only be called by those names and not our real names, if u were caught using real names you got a ditty dot and after three ditty dots you got on the floor on all fours and got your ass whipped.

Sex Bingo

So we got started with a game of Sex Bingo, you pick four numbers between 1 and 20, then for each number match it up with a sound or something u would say during sex, she would then call the numbers and u had to shout out the corresponding noise. Hilarious stuff and guess what guys, I WON, I got a box of condoms for my prize!!!!!!!!

And while all that was going on we had some girls on the floor to be whipped for getting caught using real names(I can tell you something no way was I getting caught for a whopping I was keeping my mouth shut except for partaking in the games of course).

Keeping Scores

Keep in mind now we were all drinking, so it was getting rowdier as the night went on, Next game was scoring your sexual adventures, pen and paper at the ready she would call out things like +50 points if you have ever given a blowjob while your partner was driving, -50 if you haven’t, +20 if u had sex in the bath or shower, +10 points each for each sexual partner u have had etc, etc.

So there I was well chuffed with myself 340 points, girl next to me had 300, I was thinking to myself I could win this fucking thing, next from across the room someone shouts out 1160(fucking tramp lmao)

SEX TOYS

There was another one or two games but I’m gonna jump ahead to the products part of the Evening!

Edible Underwear and ‘Em

We were all given catalogues, order form and pens, so she started off with an array of very saucy outfits and lingerie; an all in one black lace crotch less jumpsuit, candy stripper corset and pink matching tutu lots of very skimpy outfits. Then we moved onto Edible underwear, next and the most interesting was toys.

Clitoris Gel

She was telling us about this Clitoris Stimulation gel, after she talked about the product she asked would anyone like to try some…and do u know what happened next a few girls actually did, off into the bathroom they went to rub a lil gel on their clit, I was shocked I tell u, now I probably would use something like that but I couldn’t believe they did that in front of everyone. I know you all want to know does it work, some said yes and others said it had no effect.

Vibrators

Next a variety of vibrators, the best seller being the Rampant Rabbit, which I have but now days it comes in many different varieties, Aqua Rabbit, Threeway Rabbit, The Big One, The Remote Control One, Banana Split Vibrator, Horn on the Cob Vibrator (yes guys they look just how they sound) and last but by no means least The Thruster

The thruster is the only Vibrator on the market that actually thrusts (there was a few of them sold I kid you not).Bullets, pockets sized vibrators for you on the go!

Cock Rings and ‘Em

What next cock rings, nipple clamps, anal toys (eeewwww, not an ass fan), now most of the ass toys look like a string of beads(visual effect), rock of raspberry ass berry, backwards bum beads, booty beads and so on. Ann Summers also has toys for beginners as well as Advanced and Adventurous users!!!

Role Playing and Get-ups

Feel like dressing up for your man? They got you…the ultimate fantasy, Police woman, French Maid, Sailor, Nurse, School Girl (some women go to a lot of effort I’m telling you guys).

Today

So that was my Ann Summers experience, would I do it again, you can be sure I would, think I might even have one in my house, oh ya and I almost forgot to tell you guys what I bought…Ya fucking right, like I’m gonna tell ye!


Sent in by Aimee

LADY'S NIGHT

Today

People say things like “men have such dirty minds.”
According to some online reports men think about sex every seven seconds, but honestly I don’t even believe that!!

But let me tell u about WOMEN!

Friday, 25th November

Friday night I had been invited to an Ann Summers party in my friend’s house, let’s just call her the host! I was humming and hawing about whether to go or not, but thankfully in the end I did because it was some experience.

Now I know I have a dirty mind and I like a bit of kinkiness in the bedroom and I’m not ashamed of it, but I know some women don’t like to talk about all that, they prefer to keep it private, but I was soon to learn there was way more like me than I realized.

Women in the company of just women are filthy minded, I had one of the best nights ever, so for ye that don’t know, Ann Summers is a sex shop and they have reps that come out and do parties in your home.

I got there at about 7.50 pm and the girl doing the party Diane (the rep) was just setting up! She came armed with a rail, a very big pink suitcase and a folder, once she set up and we waited for the rest of the girls to arrive and once they did, it began. I was so curious as to the night’s events at this stage.

SEX GAMES

Names Porn Stars Would Envy

First, we were all given catalogues full of all the delightful stuffs u can buy, and given our pseudo names for the night, I was Threesome Teresa, the hostess with the mostess was Bumfluff Brenda, her sister whose birthday it was, was Ivan Ictchycock, Suck and Swallow Sarah and many more I can’t recall. We could only be called by those names and not our real names, if u were caught using real names you got a ditty dot and after three ditty dots you got on the floor on all fours and got your ass whipped.

Sex Bingo

So we got started with a game of Sex Bingo, you pick four numbers between 1 and 20, then for each number match it up with a sound or something u would say during sex, she would then call the numbers and u had to shout out the corresponding noise. Hilarious stuff and guess what guys, I WON, I got a box of condoms for my prize!!!!!!!!

And while all that was going on we had some girls on the floor to be whipped for getting caught using real names(I can tell you something no way was I getting caught for a whopping I was keeping my mouth shut except for partaking in the games of course).

Keeping Scores

Keep in mind now we were all drinking, so it was getting rowdier as the night went on, Next game was scoring your sexual adventures, pen and paper at the ready she would call out things like +50 points if you have ever given a blowjob while your partner was driving, -50 if you haven’t, +20 if u had sex in the bath or shower, +10 points each for each sexual partner u have had etc, etc.

So there I was well chuffed with myself 340 points, girl next to me had 300, I was thinking to myself I could win this fucking thing, next from across the room someone shouts out 1160(fucking tramp lmao)

SEX TOYS

There was another one or two games but I’m gonna jump ahead to the products part of the Evening!

Edible Underwear and ‘Em

We were all given catalogues, order form and pens, so she started off with an array of very saucy outfits and lingerie; an all in one black lace crotch less jumpsuit, candy stripper corset and pink matching tutu lots of very skimpy outfits. Then we moved onto Edible underwear, next and the most interesting was toys.

Clitoris Gel

She was telling us about this Clitoris Stimulation gel, after she talked about the product she asked would anyone like to try some…and do u know what happened next a few girls actually did, off into the bathroom they went to rub a lil gel on their clit, I was shocked I tell u, now I probably would use something like that but I couldn’t believe they did that in front of everyone. I know you all want to know does it work, some said yes and others said it had no effect.

Vibrators

Next a variety of vibrators, the best seller being the Rampant Rabbit, which I have but now days it comes in many different varieties, Aqua Rabbit, Threeway Rabbit, The Big One, The Remote Control One, Banana Split Vibrator, Horn on the Cob Vibrator (yes guys they look just how they sound) and last but by no means least The Thruster

The thruster is the only Vibrator on the market that actually thrusts (there was a few of them sold I kid you not).Bullets, pockets sized vibrators for you on the go!

Cock Rings and ‘Em

What next cock rings, nipple clamps, anal toys (eeewwww, not an ass fan), now most of the ass toys look like a string of beads(visual effect), rock of raspberry ass berry, backwards bum beads, booty beads and so on. Ann Summers also has toys for beginners as well as Advanced and Adventurous users!!!

Role Playing and Get-ups

Feel like dressing up for your man? They got you…the ultimate fantasy, Police woman, French Maid, Sailor, Nurse, School Girl (some women go to a lot of effort I’m telling you guys).

Today

So that was my Ann Summers experience, would I do it again, you can be sure I would, think I might even have one in my house, oh ya and I almost forgot to tell you guys what I bought…Ya fucking right, like I’m gonna tell ye!


Sent in by Aimee

ROMANCIN' THE FIVE 0

Ok so I always say “I’m cursed with bad luck” as a lot of Irish people do, we say things like “Luck of the Irish my ass” and one time I said that to my friend (that’s you Dobsy) he told me I’m too dramatic!!!! 

Well I decided to sell my Samsung Netbook as I wasn’t using it much since I got my PC fixed, so I advertised it in the local Newspaper and on an online site call Donedeal! So it had been up for about two weeks and I only got one call from an elderly man, who lost interest when I told him it was pink!

So a few days later I got a call from a guy interested in buying it, he said my little sister had the same one and he accidently spilt a cup of tea (cause all us Irish drink nothing but tea, and obviously Alcohol) his sister was devastated and he needed to replace it and he saw my add in the paper. I advertised it for €280 and he asked me if I would let it go for €250 cause that was all he had.

I felt sorry for the guy and he seemed so nice, chatty and basically genuine! I saved his number, we arranged to meet to give him the netbook and so on, we talked for a bit he told me he won some money on the horses over the weekend!!! So off he went and off I went happy as Larry the two of us, mind you I was soon to find out that he was a whole lot happier than me.

I went and did some shopping bought a few things for me and my girls, and I lodged the remainder of the money in my account, I then went to Aldi, a local supermarket to do some groceries, when I just paid at the till I received a phone call from Mary the manager of the Credit Union where my account was, the money two €50 notes I had Lodged were counterfeit!

I was mortified, I immediately went back and spoke to the manager and explained what had happened, in all fairness to her she did not ring the police and gave me back the money, she did however urge me to go and make a statement and let them know what had happened, I was kind of apprehensive because I had some money myself and I did know what I had spent and where, I was so embarrassed that I would be asked to go and backtrack to the shops I had bought stuff in, but after much consideration I went to my local Gardai Station, made my statement and that was that.

A few days later a detective from the the Garda Station in the city called me, he would be handling the case as it happened in the city, I spoke to him and heard no more, so I presumed that they would basically do sweet fuck all about it as that is what happened in the past dealings I have had with the police!

So weeks n weeks went by and I heard nothing, I kept saying to myself “I knew it, they wouldn’t do anything” but low and behold was I wrong.

Late on Tuesday night as I was making dinner for my kids there was a knock on the door, which is unusual cause no one really calls around to our house uninvited. When I opened the door there was a man and woman, the Man flashed his police badge and said I’m Detective O’Donoghue from Anglesea Street Station in Cork, I said to myself “Fuck what did I do now”

I invited them in, they followed me through to the Kitchen, he said “ We got your laptop back we caught the guy that u sold it to, We managed to track him down using the CCTV footage from the bus station where u met him” I was so delighted! I felt wow this guy is amazing he is a good and honest police officer( which are definitely hard to come by in Ireland, believe me)

We talked for a while I had to sign some papers stating that I identified the netbook as the one he had stolen from me (and feeling oh so important lol), they told how he admitted it straight away and was very apologetic, how he had sold the netbook to someone else so he was made to go and retrieve it with the police, He will now go to court and face a few charges, Counterfeit money, theft and so on.

My faith in the An Garda Siochana (we don’t say police, we say the guards really) has been restored.
And it’s safe to say this time I definitely got lucky!

ROMANCIN' THE FIVE 0

Ok so I always say “I’m cursed with bad luck” as a lot of Irish people do, we say things like “Luck of the Irish my ass” and one time I said that to my friend (that’s you Dobsy) he told me I’m too dramatic!!!! 

Well I decided to sell my Samsung Netbook as I wasn’t using it much since I got my PC fixed, so I advertised it in the local Newspaper and on an online site call Donedeal! So it had been up for about two weeks and I only got one call from an elderly man, who lost interest when I told him it was pink!

So a few days later I got a call from a guy interested in buying it, he said my little sister had the same one and he accidently spilt a cup of tea (cause all us Irish drink nothing but tea, and obviously Alcohol) his sister was devastated and he needed to replace it and he saw my add in the paper. I advertised it for €280 and he asked me if I would let it go for €250 cause that was all he had.

I felt sorry for the guy and he seemed so nice, chatty and basically genuine! I saved his number, we arranged to meet to give him the netbook and so on, we talked for a bit he told me he won some money on the horses over the weekend!!! So off he went and off I went happy as Larry the two of us, mind you I was soon to find out that he was a whole lot happier than me.

I went and did some shopping bought a few things for me and my girls, and I lodged the remainder of the money in my account, I then went to Aldi, a local supermarket to do some groceries, when I just paid at the till I received a phone call from Mary the manager of the Credit Union where my account was, the money two €50 notes I had Lodged were counterfeit!

I was mortified, I immediately went back and spoke to the manager and explained what had happened, in all fairness to her she did not ring the police and gave me back the money, she did however urge me to go and make a statement and let them know what had happened, I was kind of apprehensive because I had some money myself and I did know what I had spent and where, I was so embarrassed that I would be asked to go and backtrack to the shops I had bought stuff in, but after much consideration I went to my local Gardai Station, made my statement and that was that.

A few days later a detective from the the Garda Station in the city called me, he would be handling the case as it happened in the city, I spoke to him and heard no more, so I presumed that they would basically do sweet fuck all about it as that is what happened in the past dealings I have had with the police!

So weeks n weeks went by and I heard nothing, I kept saying to myself “I knew it, they wouldn’t do anything” but low and behold was I wrong.

Late on Tuesday night as I was making dinner for my kids there was a knock on the door, which is unusual cause no one really calls around to our house uninvited. When I opened the door there was a man and woman, the Man flashed his police badge and said I’m Detective O’Donoghue from Anglesea Street Station in Cork, I said to myself “Fuck what did I do now”

I invited them in, they followed me through to the Kitchen, he said “ We got your laptop back we caught the guy that u sold it to, We managed to track him down using the CCTV footage from the bus station where u met him” I was so delighted! I felt wow this guy is amazing he is a good and honest police officer( which are definitely hard to come by in Ireland, believe me)

We talked for a while I had to sign some papers stating that I identified the netbook as the one he had stolen from me (and feeling oh so important lol), they told how he admitted it straight away and was very apologetic, how he had sold the netbook to someone else so he was made to go and retrieve it with the police, He will now go to court and face a few charges, Counterfeit money, theft and so on.

My faith in the An Garda Siochana (we don’t say police, we say the guards really) has been restored.
And it’s safe to say this time I definitely got lucky!

SOMEBODY WAS LISTENIN' TO THE RADIO

So, my car broke down a few weeks ago, electrical problem...the guy who was fixing it also fixed my stereo as I wasn’t able to get the radio stations! So I tuned into Red Fm a local station in Cork, Ireland, they were talking about 9/11. I text in with my two cents (don’t worry I’m getting to the point just trying to paint a vivid picture for you) since then they have been calling me to come on the radio occasionally and they called me this morning to see if i would be interested in talking to Victor Barry about the small things that keep a relationship going and how important the small things are in a relationship.

As I waited nervously to go on air, I listened to Adele and then on I went, I told him I believe that it is very important for couples to spend quality time together, especially when you have children because things can become really boring, he then asked me was I in a relationship, I laughed as I had to tell him “no” and explained that my ex was never really good at the romantic side of things, never made much of an effort, basically that he was a useless boyfriend, in fact I actually used those words!!

We continued to chat for a few more minutes till Victor went to a son, and then I spoke to Jonathon, said thanks for having me and so on!

Immediately I hung up the phone it rang again and my ex’s name cameon the phone, my stomach turned! I answered, he said “thank god you didn’t use my name, I can’t believe you said all those things about me on the radio” SHIT, busted I thought!! And to make things even worse he was in the car with his mother and she heard it too!!! Whoops

But I said to him “well did you hearing it on the radio make you realise how bad you were?” but luckily we laughed about it!! Still laughing about it to be honest, these things only happen to me, I’m convinced of that.
Now that’s what I get for trying b some kind of celeb on d wireless!!

SENT IN BY Aimee.

SOMEBODY WAS LISTENIN' TO THE RADIO

So, my car broke down a few weeks ago, electrical problem...the guy who was fixing it also fixed my stereo as I wasn’t able to get the radio stations! So I tuned into Red Fm a local station in Cork, Ireland, they were talking about 9/11. I text in with my two cents (don’t worry I’m getting to the point just trying to paint a vivid picture for you) since then they have been calling me to come on the radio occasionally and they called me this morning to see if i would be interested in talking to Victor Barry about the small things that keep a relationship going and how important the small things are in a relationship.

As I waited nervously to go on air, I listened to Adele and then on I went, I told him I believe that it is very important for couples to spend quality time together, especially when you have children because things can become really boring, he then asked me was I in a relationship, I laughed as I had to tell him “no” and explained that my ex was never really good at the romantic side of things, never made much of an effort, basically that he was a useless boyfriend, in fact I actually used those words!!

We continued to chat for a few more minutes till Victor went to a son, and then I spoke to Jonathon, said thanks for having me and so on!

Immediately I hung up the phone it rang again and my ex’s name cameon the phone, my stomach turned! I answered, he said “thank god you didn’t use my name, I can’t believe you said all those things about me on the radio” SHIT, busted I thought!! And to make things even worse he was in the car with his mother and she heard it too!!! Whoops

But I said to him “well did you hearing it on the radio make you realise how bad you were?” but luckily we laughed about it!! Still laughing about it to be honest, these things only happen to me, I’m convinced of that.
Now that’s what I get for trying b some kind of celeb on d wireless!!

SENT IN BY Aimee.

THE BOY ON THE TRACKS

This morning as I was walking to the train station my mind was running crazy as usual. I was thinking what if something happened to me? As a young female, walking my neighbourhood by myself, I tend to imagine up crazy scenarios. What if today was going to be different than every other day? And a different day it was!

As I approached the train station I heard a blood-curdling cry. Someone was screaming obscenities and I was just a little bit scared for my safety! As I came nearer, I saw a boy standing on the tracks. He couldn't have been any older than 15. He was looking down to the ground, frustrated, muttering under his breath. The platform I was standing on is above the tracks. And everyone knows they are not supposed to be on the tracks - there are special crossings - and to stand where he was, was out of the ordinary and dangerous.

I nervously asked him, "Are you okay?"

"Uhhh yeah..." he replied, "well, no actually not really..."

"The train is coming soon, you should get off the tracks", I said as panic took hold of me.

"I no longer want to live", he told me. He mentioned when they were upgrading the tracks in the last few months he had almost been hit by a train and now "they might as well finish me off".

The train was fast approaching.

"Please get off the tracks!" I pleaded! My legs were frozen and I didn't want to walk on down the platform until I knew he was safe! I didn't know what to say or do.

I could see the Train Driver and I was trying to indicate for him to stop and look him in the eye to warn him. As the train came to a halt he shouted out, "Don't stop! Finish me, come closer!" He had his arms up wanting to be hit by the train. The train stopped where it usually does to set down and pick up passengers but he still wasn't budging from the tracks. "Please come up," I said once again (talking about the platform), "come on". He looked hesitant but the fact that I was there and had shown I cared, he stepped to the side away from the train and stepped up onto the platform. I now decided it was okay to keep walking to my train, keeping a watchful eye on him. He walked over to the Train Driver's window and started shouting at the Driver about wanting to die and for him to finish him and run him over. I got on the train my heart pounding!

The train was only stopped for a short time with the boy talking to the Driver and eventually we took off. I wasn't sure if the Driver even heard the boy through the window and if he just thought he was crazy and kept going without doing anything. I knew I had to call the police to report it because he was serious about committing suicide and was so distressed in the way he was shouting. For a moment I battled with it whether it was the right thing to do now he was off the tracks, but I concluded it was. Since I was a kid it has been drilled into me to only call the Police in an absolute emergency. I have never dialled triple zero (000) - the emergency number in Australia, in my life; but today was to be a first. I wasn't sure if the Driver even knew he wanted to kill himself. He might have assumed I knew him and he was just being silly and I was talking and waiting for him to get on the train with me. But I didn't know the boy.

I pulled out my phone and dialled 000. My heart was pounding. I told them who I was, where I was and what happened. I got transferred to the Police and they asked me to describe the boy. In my panicked state I couldn't even tell them what he was wearing. The woman across from me saw the boy and she was able to tell me what he was wearing which I narrated to the Police. I asked them to send someone down to check on him because I had no idea if he would come back to the tracks and try again. The Police said, "yes, definitely." As I got off the phone with them, I talked to the woman across from me. She said that I did the right thing and asked me if I was okay. I was visibly shaken up and I couldn't concentrate the whole journey to the City. I asked the woman if I did the right thing getting on the train and if I should have waited with him? She said I had no idea of knowing whether he was violent or not and that I did the best thing by calling the Police and getting on the train. I said I was heaps worried about him and she said he would definitely come back once the current train was gone and try again - which was exactly my thought. She said she wished there was more people like me in the world that cared enough to make a difference. I could have done nothing, but I talked to the boy and called the Police to make sure he would be alright. She also asked me if I had someone to talk to when I got home - that I might need to get some support and that I should call the local Police Station when I got home to follow it up.

When the train got to the City, I made sure I talked to the Train Driver and told him I didn't know the boy but he had told me that he wanted to kill himself. I said he may want to report it to the relevant people. He said he already had. He said he thought the boy was just attention seeking and if he really wanted to kill himself he could have run across the tracks at a crucial point rather than stand where he did, in a place where the train slows down and stops to get passengers. But he said it was hard to know for sure and that the Police were out looking for him. I felt a little offended at the Driver's coldness; my heart swelling with worry for the boy over the situation. But at least I knew the Driver had also made a report and contacted the relevant people.

I prayed for the boy that he was safe and when I got home I called my local Station to find out if they found him. They let me know that they found him not far from the station and that he was safe with family now; working things out. They said they were able to find him with my information combined with the other information from the Driver. They thanked me for what I did - and for talking to him; saying I did a good thing. I'm so glad he is okay now. I could have done nothing and just kept walking to my train once I saw he was out of immediate danger - but what if he had tried again? What if by the Police coming to find him - they were able to counsel him and help him talk things through which led to him knowing someone cares so he will no longer give up on life? The Police said I definitely did the right thing and commended me.

It's so tragic someone so young can feel the way he did. But I feel like God had me there for a purpose. Maybe I helped save a life from being lost. We live in such a hurting world but I am thankful by my actions I can make a difference.

SENT IN FROM A FREN IN AUSTRALIA.

THE BOY ON THE TRACKS

This morning as I was walking to the train station my mind was running crazy as usual. I was thinking what if something happened to me? As a young female, walking my neighbourhood by myself, I tend to imagine up crazy scenarios. What if today was going to be different than every other day? And a different day it was!

As I approached the train station I heard a blood-curdling cry. Someone was screaming obscenities and I was just a little bit scared for my safety! As I came nearer, I saw a boy standing on the tracks. He couldn't have been any older than 15. He was looking down to the ground, frustrated, muttering under his breath. The platform I was standing on is above the tracks. And everyone knows they are not supposed to be on the tracks - there are special crossings - and to stand where he was, was out of the ordinary and dangerous.

I nervously asked him, "Are you okay?"

"Uhhh yeah..." he replied, "well, no actually not really..."

"The train is coming soon, you should get off the tracks", I said as panic took hold of me.

"I no longer want to live", he told me. He mentioned when they were upgrading the tracks in the last few months he had almost been hit by a train and now "they might as well finish me off".

The train was fast approaching.

"Please get off the tracks!" I pleaded! My legs were frozen and I didn't want to walk on down the platform until I knew he was safe! I didn't know what to say or do.

I could see the Train Driver and I was trying to indicate for him to stop and look him in the eye to warn him. As the train came to a halt he shouted out, "Don't stop! Finish me, come closer!" He had his arms up wanting to be hit by the train. The train stopped where it usually does to set down and pick up passengers but he still wasn't budging from the tracks. "Please come up," I said once again (talking about the platform), "come on". He looked hesitant but the fact that I was there and had shown I cared, he stepped to the side away from the train and stepped up onto the platform. I now decided it was okay to keep walking to my train, keeping a watchful eye on him. He walked over to the Train Driver's window and started shouting at the Driver about wanting to die and for him to finish him and run him over. I got on the train my heart pounding!

The train was only stopped for a short time with the boy talking to the Driver and eventually we took off. I wasn't sure if the Driver even heard the boy through the window and if he just thought he was crazy and kept going without doing anything. I knew I had to call the police to report it because he was serious about committing suicide and was so distressed in the way he was shouting. For a moment I battled with it whether it was the right thing to do now he was off the tracks, but I concluded it was. Since I was a kid it has been drilled into me to only call the Police in an absolute emergency. I have never dialled triple zero (000) - the emergency number in Australia, in my life; but today was to be a first. I wasn't sure if the Driver even knew he wanted to kill himself. He might have assumed I knew him and he was just being silly and I was talking and waiting for him to get on the train with me. But I didn't know the boy.

I pulled out my phone and dialled 000. My heart was pounding. I told them who I was, where I was and what happened. I got transferred to the Police and they asked me to describe the boy. In my panicked state I couldn't even tell them what he was wearing. The woman across from me saw the boy and she was able to tell me what he was wearing which I narrated to the Police. I asked them to send someone down to check on him because I had no idea if he would come back to the tracks and try again. The Police said, "yes, definitely." As I got off the phone with them, I talked to the woman across from me. She said that I did the right thing and asked me if I was okay. I was visibly shaken up and I couldn't concentrate the whole journey to the City. I asked the woman if I did the right thing getting on the train and if I should have waited with him? She said I had no idea of knowing whether he was violent or not and that I did the best thing by calling the Police and getting on the train. I said I was heaps worried about him and she said he would definitely come back once the current train was gone and try again - which was exactly my thought. She said she wished there was more people like me in the world that cared enough to make a difference. I could have done nothing, but I talked to the boy and called the Police to make sure he would be alright. She also asked me if I had someone to talk to when I got home - that I might need to get some support and that I should call the local Police Station when I got home to follow it up.

When the train got to the City, I made sure I talked to the Train Driver and told him I didn't know the boy but he had told me that he wanted to kill himself. I said he may want to report it to the relevant people. He said he already had. He said he thought the boy was just attention seeking and if he really wanted to kill himself he could have run across the tracks at a crucial point rather than stand where he did, in a place where the train slows down and stops to get passengers. But he said it was hard to know for sure and that the Police were out looking for him. I felt a little offended at the Driver's coldness; my heart swelling with worry for the boy over the situation. But at least I knew the Driver had also made a report and contacted the relevant people.

I prayed for the boy that he was safe and when I got home I called my local Station to find out if they found him. They let me know that they found him not far from the station and that he was safe with family now; working things out. They said they were able to find him with my information combined with the other information from the Driver. They thanked me for what I did - and for talking to him; saying I did a good thing. I'm so glad he is okay now. I could have done nothing and just kept walking to my train once I saw he was out of immediate danger - but what if he had tried again? What if by the Police coming to find him - they were able to counsel him and help him talk things through which led to him knowing someone cares so he will no longer give up on life? The Police said I definitely did the right thing and commended me.

It's so tragic someone so young can feel the way he did. But I feel like God had me there for a purpose. Maybe I helped save a life from being lost. We live in such a hurting world but I am thankful by my actions I can make a difference.

SENT IN FROM A FREN IN AUSTRALIA.

A MUM. HER GIRLS. AND A WEDDIN'

Saturday 10th September 2011
Woke up at 9am, I said to Mia, "Time to get up baby". "Please Mum I don’t want to go to school". "Today is Aunty Aine's wedding," I told her; screams of excitement ensued. I had packed all our stuff the night before, so it was time for showers, cutting and painting nails and all the trimmings. My girls were so excited as they were to be flower girls that day!

So at 11am we left our house to go to for a nice breakfast together before heading to the hotel, half way there, SHOCK, HORROR, I forgot my phone, swiftly turned the car and sped home to collect my most valued possession, my phone. So off we went on our merry way once again for breakfast, but due to the time we ended up at the hot food counter in the local supermarket buying sausage rolls, and eventually eating our brekkie in the car, in the car park, CLASSY BIRDS!!!!!

12.15pm we finally arrived at the hotel, as I was gathering our stuff out of the car I heard “Aimee” the bride hanging out the hotel room window having a fag in the “no smoking hotel” another classy bird, but that’s why we love her so much!!!!!!

At the reception desk to check in, problem; room is not ready, even though I might add that I had called twice in the previous week to make sure we had an early check in as we had the flower girls with us and needed time to get them ready!!! 15 mins they told me, into the bar we went, complimentary drinks for the poor service, thank you very much, 30 mins later back out to the reception, I asked what is happening with our room, just another 15 mins she told me, now I’m calling managers and shouting!!!!! Luckily they gave us a room before I made too much of a stir, up to room 341, me, my girls and make-up artist Joanna.

1.30pm into the room we go, one bed! For 3 adults, uh oh I thought to myself Big Red (that’s ma Bessie by the way) is gonna lose the plot, along comes the hairdresser to do the girls soon followed by Red. “One fucking bed” were the first words outta her mouth (told ye). Red was on the phone pronto, “this is a disgrace” yatta, yatta, 10 mins later Bref and her sister Niamh arrived, also not impressed by the one bed situation, “knock, knock” it was a maid with a bed under her arm, YES under her arm, this is getting a bit amusing now but we wouldn’t tell the staff that, Noooooo we are appalled as far as they are concerned, so back on the phone more unfriendly banter and finally they agreed we would be moved to a bigger room, so now it’s all systems go in the room, children are getting their hair done, me, Bref and Niamh are getting our make-up done, so in the room we now have 2 kids, 3 adults, a make-up artist and a hairdresser, just to give you an idea of the pandemonium.

So it’s now approaching 4pm and the ceremony starts at 4.30pm, Naomi and Mia are ready just to put on their dresses, they look amazing! I’m all ready to go and I have butterflies I’m so excited to see Aine getting married, 4.10pm drop the girls to Aine’s room and head downstairs.

4.40pm I’m sitting at the edge of the seat close to the top of the room where it’s all going down, Gave Garry a wink but to be honest he is the most calm looking groom I ever saw, music starts in comes Bobby Joe (Garry’s son) followed by my Naomi, she looked so beautiful, I never felt so proud, and people gasped and awed at her I wanted to jump up and shout “Ya, that’s my baby” but I contained myself, next was my Mia, once again I was as proud as punch, and she was throwing white rose petals from a little bag, too, too cute I tell you!!!! Next the mini bridesmaid (not much to say cause I don’t know her) but she was lovely too, then finally a very pregnant maid of honour, Vivienne, Aine's first cousin and a friend, glowing she was with her baby bump.

4.50pm, the singer began to sing “she moved through the fair” a very traditional and beautiful Irish song, very Enyaesque, Aine stepped into the room, linked arm in arm with her father Kevin O’ Rourke, she was stunning, an absolute vision, her dress was a long white lace fishtail, sweetheart neckline and a black sash around her waist. I remember thinking, “she looks so happy”.

The ceremony was lovely I liked that the pastor threw a few jokes here and there cause it reflected the their personalities perfectly, their vows were very traditional ones, but I liked that to be honest, the pronouncing of husband and wife for the first time and their first kiss was so touching cause it was written all over their faces how happy they truly were. These two were undoubtedly born for each other. They both have had an abundance of heartache in their lives and have overcome many adversities, so having found each other and committed to spending the rest of their lives together is a blessing, and I was honoured to be invited to witness it and have my children play a part in that very special day and for that I am very grateful.

I contemplated telling you guys all about the night that ensued, but that’s all a bit unclear all I know is I drank, drank, drank and drank a vast amount of alcohol, there was dancing definitely dancing, danced with the father of the bride to my father’s favourite song “Red Rose Cafe”, there also was singing in the residents' bar, woke in the morning to find a mysterious pair of worn tights and heels that didn’t belong to any of us, the bar man ended up in our room also another great mystery as to where he came from, very unclear as to the night's events, anyway you have heard the most important bit.

That’s my story, don’t wear it out or I'll make you create me a new one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SENT IN BY A FREN FROM IRELAND.

A MUM. HER GIRLS. AND A WEDDIN'

Saturday 10th September 2011
Woke up at 9am, I said to Mia, "Time to get up baby". "Please Mum I don’t want to go to school". "Today is Aunty Aine's wedding," I told her; screams of excitement ensued. I had packed all our stuff the night before, so it was time for showers, cutting and painting nails and all the trimmings. My girls were so excited as they were to be flower girls that day!

So at 11am we left our house to go to for a nice breakfast together before heading to the hotel, half way there, SHOCK, HORROR, I forgot my phone, swiftly turned the car and sped home to collect my most valued possession, my phone. So off we went on our merry way once again for breakfast, but due to the time we ended up at the hot food counter in the local supermarket buying sausage rolls, and eventually eating our brekkie in the car, in the car park, CLASSY BIRDS!!!!!

12.15pm we finally arrived at the hotel, as I was gathering our stuff out of the car I heard “Aimee” the bride hanging out the hotel room window having a fag in the “no smoking hotel” another classy bird, but that’s why we love her so much!!!!!!

At the reception desk to check in, problem; room is not ready, even though I might add that I had called twice in the previous week to make sure we had an early check in as we had the flower girls with us and needed time to get them ready!!! 15 mins they told me, into the bar we went, complimentary drinks for the poor service, thank you very much, 30 mins later back out to the reception, I asked what is happening with our room, just another 15 mins she told me, now I’m calling managers and shouting!!!!! Luckily they gave us a room before I made too much of a stir, up to room 341, me, my girls and make-up artist Joanna.

1.30pm into the room we go, one bed! For 3 adults, uh oh I thought to myself Big Red (that’s ma Bessie by the way) is gonna lose the plot, along comes the hairdresser to do the girls soon followed by Red. “One fucking bed” were the first words outta her mouth (told ye). Red was on the phone pronto, “this is a disgrace” yatta, yatta, 10 mins later Bref and her sister Niamh arrived, also not impressed by the one bed situation, “knock, knock” it was a maid with a bed under her arm, YES under her arm, this is getting a bit amusing now but we wouldn’t tell the staff that, Noooooo we are appalled as far as they are concerned, so back on the phone more unfriendly banter and finally they agreed we would be moved to a bigger room, so now it’s all systems go in the room, children are getting their hair done, me, Bref and Niamh are getting our make-up done, so in the room we now have 2 kids, 3 adults, a make-up artist and a hairdresser, just to give you an idea of the pandemonium.

So it’s now approaching 4pm and the ceremony starts at 4.30pm, Naomi and Mia are ready just to put on their dresses, they look amazing! I’m all ready to go and I have butterflies I’m so excited to see Aine getting married, 4.10pm drop the girls to Aine’s room and head downstairs.

4.40pm I’m sitting at the edge of the seat close to the top of the room where it’s all going down, Gave Garry a wink but to be honest he is the most calm looking groom I ever saw, music starts in comes Bobby Joe (Garry’s son) followed by my Naomi, she looked so beautiful, I never felt so proud, and people gasped and awed at her I wanted to jump up and shout “Ya, that’s my baby” but I contained myself, next was my Mia, once again I was as proud as punch, and she was throwing white rose petals from a little bag, too, too cute I tell you!!!! Next the mini bridesmaid (not much to say cause I don’t know her) but she was lovely too, then finally a very pregnant maid of honour, Vivienne, Aine's first cousin and a friend, glowing she was with her baby bump.

4.50pm, the singer began to sing “she moved through the fair” a very traditional and beautiful Irish song, very Enyaesque, Aine stepped into the room, linked arm in arm with her father Kevin O’ Rourke, she was stunning, an absolute vision, her dress was a long white lace fishtail, sweetheart neckline and a black sash around her waist. I remember thinking, “she looks so happy”.

The ceremony was lovely I liked that the pastor threw a few jokes here and there cause it reflected the their personalities perfectly, their vows were very traditional ones, but I liked that to be honest, the pronouncing of husband and wife for the first time and their first kiss was so touching cause it was written all over their faces how happy they truly were. These two were undoubtedly born for each other. They both have had an abundance of heartache in their lives and have overcome many adversities, so having found each other and committed to spending the rest of their lives together is a blessing, and I was honoured to be invited to witness it and have my children play a part in that very special day and for that I am very grateful.

I contemplated telling you guys all about the night that ensued, but that’s all a bit unclear all I know is I drank, drank, drank and drank a vast amount of alcohol, there was dancing definitely dancing, danced with the father of the bride to my father’s favourite song “Red Rose Cafe”, there also was singing in the residents' bar, woke in the morning to find a mysterious pair of worn tights and heels that didn’t belong to any of us, the bar man ended up in our room also another great mystery as to where he came from, very unclear as to the night's events, anyway you have heard the most important bit.

That’s my story, don’t wear it out or I'll make you create me a new one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SENT IN BY A FREN FROM IRELAND.

WEEKEND DOWN UNDER

On Friday I caught the train down to the city to have a “study night” with my friend C. I say “study” because I am not sure how much we actually ended up doing! Perhaps that’s just the code name I used so I could go down and spend time with my new friend. We met just over a month ago on our first day of class. We were standing around waiting for the lecturer to arrive and just started talking. Since that day we’ve hit it off as best friends and it feels like we’ve known each other forever. C’s fiancé calls us twins even though we’re the complete opposite physically – me the “white as white” Aussie and C the “dark but lovely” African Australian – originating from Sierra Leone. Part of the reason we get on so well is I’ve spent time in Africa before and just warm to, love and accept people of all cultures. And Friday night turned out to be a cultural experience for real! I actually ended up leaving Sunday morning!

C lives with her fiancé CP, sister M and her mother affectionately known as “Big Mama”. When I first met the family I was told no one even knows her real name they just call her Big Mama. Like the movie she’s big, she’s round but she’s loving and affectionate and you immediately feel at ease in her presence. The first time I met her she had just come home from an outing and with a big smile she said, “Welcome to my home”. She hugged me and said, “You! I like! You are big like me! Not like my daughter,” glancing at C who has previously done modelling and has the body to match. Everyone immediately laughed. CP of Italian origin piped in “Mama you can’t say that!” But everyone was laughing, including me, I said it was fine! CP explained it’s just the African sense of humour. But it’s true, I am not the smallest of smallest girls. To my next surprise Mama removed a wig to reveal her curly grey Afro-hair and said, “Now you know my secret!” I had thought it was her real hair so I was quite in shock but laughing too! Mama couldn’t refrain her laughter either.

Me and C did end up getting a bit of study done but the majority of the time was spent looking at each other’s photos and talking as girls do. I planned on staying the night because it was too far and late to get home. I asked, “so where am I sleeping tonight?” Last time I had slept in M’s bed who was supposed to be out at a friend’s. And when she came home and discovered I was going to be sleeping in her bed she did not look too happy, although she had been upset that day so I was told not to let it bother me. Later C and I had our combined birthday party as we discovered our birthdays were only 5 days apart and decided to celebrate together. While we were lining up to get into the restaurant I apologised to M for sleeping in her bed, she said it was alright. Mama was shaking her head that I even apologised saying next time I would sleep in her bed! So C and her Mum looked at me. “What did we say last time?” C’s Mum asked. “Your bed,” I replied. C asked me if that was still okay and I said – of course; I didn’t mind. I loved Big Mama and I already felt like family by now. Mama said, “Don’t worry; I’m now an old woman to be making love to you so you don’t need to worry”. Oh my goodness I laughed! In Australia it’s not common to share a bed with family but in Africa it’s the norm. It personally didn’t bother me and I knew it would be fine and as CP explained to me, “you know how it is in Africa”.

That night I was trying to get to sleep; and you know how it is when you’re in a new place and sleeping in a new bed. Mama left the light on for me and I switched it off as I came in. As I got into my side of the bed I discovered the electric blanket was on and it was so hot I was sweating! Feeling a bit shy I didn’t want to say anything but endeavoured I was going to endure it. I pretty much only had a tiny bit of blanket on and stuck all my arms and legs out to avoid the heat! As I lay there trying to sleep – Mama was snoring away loudly! Haha! It didn’t bother me that much, but then downstairs I heard someone knocking on the door and calling out (someone knocking on the neighbour’s house). The knocking was not getting any quieter either! I was doomed not to get any sleep. Mum got up to go to the bathroom at one stage and I decided this was my chance to turn off the electric blanket! I found the switch and turned it off. I eventually started feeling exhausted and drifted in and out of sleep. The funny thing is I woke up feeling cold even though I went to bed feeling hot!

Saturday morning we all came down for breakfast. Mama asked me, “Did I snore?” I blushed a little and I said, “Nah Mum, you were alright.” The sisters looked at me and said they knew their Mum snored. They kept pressing me til I eventually said, “well maybe you were breathing a little loudly”. The whole family were laughing and carrying on. C asked me to give her five, telling her Mum, “see I told you so! Thank you HH, maybe now she will believe me.” Mama was funny asking me how she sounded and said “the funny thing is you wouldn’t know that you snore!” Then she started making different sounds asking me if that’s what her snore sounded like! Hahaha!

Mama started preparing a Sierra Leone dish with okra, fish and spices. She was so excited about me trying it once it was done. C asked me what time I was staying and asked if I was staying til Sunday? I was supposed to go home that Saturday but they wanted me to stay another day. I said, “I would love to as long as I am not bothering any one and you don’t mind”. Mama said, “No, of course not I can’t wait for you to try my okra – you’re going to love it.” In fact it was a delicious meal but very spicy! My white tastebuds were crying for some milk to cool the burn!

Mama was going out to a party with friends and since I shared a bed with Mama, C joked, “I don’t know Mum – is HH going to let you go out?” We were joking I was now her lover/ partner so I had to give permission. I asked Mama what time she would be home cos she had to be there to tuck me in! I said, “Make sure you behave yourself and don’t stay out too late!”

While Mama was out – C, M and I belted out the African music starting with a Sierra Leonean classic “Che Che” by Daddy Saj. C was showing me all the moves which require a lot of booty shaking and getting lower and lower! The girls had me dancing with them, I was feeling kinda embarrassed but I tried. I couldn’t quite shake it like them and as I got lower my thighs were giving way not wanting to hold me up and I kept falling. The girls were laughing as they danced wildly and kept encouraging me to do more. I couldn’t quite keep up, but I tried! The girls changed into short things but I just threw off my jacket. I was feeling exhausted by the end of that but I was told this is a regular occurrence in the household with all three girls dancing (Mum and daughters). But boy we were hot by the end of that!



Later Mama got home although we got to bed quite late. Sunday morning when the whole family was downstairs again, Mama loudly proclaimed, “I’ve got news for everyone!” CP jumped in, “Who’s pregnant?” Mama ignored him and said, “My news is... last night we very tired and in a moment of tiredness... HH snored!” The whole room burst out into laughter. Mama continued “she was so tired... she even put her arms around me in the night...” I was also laughing but I said, “Mama you are making that up!”

This morning I said goodbye to my adopted Sierra Leonean family but my time spent with them is not something I will easily forget. I will always cherish the memories and I can’t wait til next time!

THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FREN OF THIS BLOG.

WEEKEND DOWN UNDER

On Friday I caught the train down to the city to have a “study night” with my friend C. I say “study” because I am not sure how much we actually ended up doing! Perhaps that’s just the code name I used so I could go down and spend time with my new friend. We met just over a month ago on our first day of class. We were standing around waiting for the lecturer to arrive and just started talking. Since that day we’ve hit it off as best friends and it feels like we’ve known each other forever. C’s fiancé calls us twins even though we’re the complete opposite physically – me the “white as white” Aussie and C the “dark but lovely” African Australian – originating from Sierra Leone. Part of the reason we get on so well is I’ve spent time in Africa before and just warm to, love and accept people of all cultures. And Friday night turned out to be a cultural experience for real! I actually ended up leaving Sunday morning!

C lives with her fiancé CP, sister M and her mother affectionately known as “Big Mama”. When I first met the family I was told no one even knows her real name they just call her Big Mama. Like the movie she’s big, she’s round but she’s loving and affectionate and you immediately feel at ease in her presence. The first time I met her she had just come home from an outing and with a big smile she said, “Welcome to my home”. She hugged me and said, “You! I like! You are big like me! Not like my daughter,” glancing at C who has previously done modelling and has the body to match. Everyone immediately laughed. CP of Italian origin piped in “Mama you can’t say that!” But everyone was laughing, including me, I said it was fine! CP explained it’s just the African sense of humour. But it’s true, I am not the smallest of smallest girls. To my next surprise Mama removed a wig to reveal her curly grey Afro-hair and said, “Now you know my secret!” I had thought it was her real hair so I was quite in shock but laughing too! Mama couldn’t refrain her laughter either.

Me and C did end up getting a bit of study done but the majority of the time was spent looking at each other’s photos and talking as girls do. I planned on staying the night because it was too far and late to get home. I asked, “so where am I sleeping tonight?” Last time I had slept in M’s bed who was supposed to be out at a friend’s. And when she came home and discovered I was going to be sleeping in her bed she did not look too happy, although she had been upset that day so I was told not to let it bother me. Later C and I had our combined birthday party as we discovered our birthdays were only 5 days apart and decided to celebrate together. While we were lining up to get into the restaurant I apologised to M for sleeping in her bed, she said it was alright. Mama was shaking her head that I even apologised saying next time I would sleep in her bed! So C and her Mum looked at me. “What did we say last time?” C’s Mum asked. “Your bed,” I replied. C asked me if that was still okay and I said – of course; I didn’t mind. I loved Big Mama and I already felt like family by now. Mama said, “Don’t worry; I’m now an old woman to be making love to you so you don’t need to worry”. Oh my goodness I laughed! In Australia it’s not common to share a bed with family but in Africa it’s the norm. It personally didn’t bother me and I knew it would be fine and as CP explained to me, “you know how it is in Africa”.

That night I was trying to get to sleep; and you know how it is when you’re in a new place and sleeping in a new bed. Mama left the light on for me and I switched it off as I came in. As I got into my side of the bed I discovered the electric blanket was on and it was so hot I was sweating! Feeling a bit shy I didn’t want to say anything but endeavoured I was going to endure it. I pretty much only had a tiny bit of blanket on and stuck all my arms and legs out to avoid the heat! As I lay there trying to sleep – Mama was snoring away loudly! Haha! It didn’t bother me that much, but then downstairs I heard someone knocking on the door and calling out (someone knocking on the neighbour’s house). The knocking was not getting any quieter either! I was doomed not to get any sleep. Mum got up to go to the bathroom at one stage and I decided this was my chance to turn off the electric blanket! I found the switch and turned it off. I eventually started feeling exhausted and drifted in and out of sleep. The funny thing is I woke up feeling cold even though I went to bed feeling hot!

Saturday morning we all came down for breakfast. Mama asked me, “Did I snore?” I blushed a little and I said, “Nah Mum, you were alright.” The sisters looked at me and said they knew their Mum snored. They kept pressing me til I eventually said, “well maybe you were breathing a little loudly”. The whole family were laughing and carrying on. C asked me to give her five, telling her Mum, “see I told you so! Thank you HH, maybe now she will believe me.” Mama was funny asking me how she sounded and said “the funny thing is you wouldn’t know that you snore!” Then she started making different sounds asking me if that’s what her snore sounded like! Hahaha!

Mama started preparing a Sierra Leone dish with okra, fish and spices. She was so excited about me trying it once it was done. C asked me what time I was staying and asked if I was staying til Sunday? I was supposed to go home that Saturday but they wanted me to stay another day. I said, “I would love to as long as I am not bothering any one and you don’t mind”. Mama said, “No, of course not I can’t wait for you to try my okra – you’re going to love it.” In fact it was a delicious meal but very spicy! My white tastebuds were crying for some milk to cool the burn!

Mama was going out to a party with friends and since I shared a bed with Mama, C joked, “I don’t know Mum – is HH going to let you go out?” We were joking I was now her lover/ partner so I had to give permission. I asked Mama what time she would be home cos she had to be there to tuck me in! I said, “Make sure you behave yourself and don’t stay out too late!”

While Mama was out – C, M and I belted out the African music starting with a Sierra Leonean classic “Che Che” by Daddy Saj. C was showing me all the moves which require a lot of booty shaking and getting lower and lower! The girls had me dancing with them, I was feeling kinda embarrassed but I tried. I couldn’t quite shake it like them and as I got lower my thighs were giving way not wanting to hold me up and I kept falling. The girls were laughing as they danced wildly and kept encouraging me to do more. I couldn’t quite keep up, but I tried! The girls changed into short things but I just threw off my jacket. I was feeling exhausted by the end of that but I was told this is a regular occurrence in the household with all three girls dancing (Mum and daughters). But boy we were hot by the end of that!



Later Mama got home although we got to bed quite late. Sunday morning when the whole family was downstairs again, Mama loudly proclaimed, “I’ve got news for everyone!” CP jumped in, “Who’s pregnant?” Mama ignored him and said, “My news is... last night we very tired and in a moment of tiredness... HH snored!” The whole room burst out into laughter. Mama continued “she was so tired... she even put her arms around me in the night...” I was also laughing but I said, “Mama you are making that up!”

This morning I said goodbye to my adopted Sierra Leonean family but my time spent with them is not something I will easily forget. I will always cherish the memories and I can’t wait til next time!

THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FREN OF THIS BLOG.