I know I can’t stop looking at him or for him in a room.
I want to respect his space but watch him as he ponders and gazes off into the skyline.
Wondering his wonders.
What beautiful thoughts are swirling in there?
What question is he trying to answer.
What revelation is yet to come?
I’m stimulated by his quiet, I almost hate to break it and call him back to me, so usually I won’t.
I stay in this moment and wander the world looking, seeing and enjoying. Hoping I’ll see him along the way.
And then he’ll speak.
He’ll ask.
He’ll reveal his quiet power.
I can’t help it.
The soft buzz of excitement, like sitting in front and centre of one of the great.
Maya Angelou and her casual greatness.
I don’t know much else. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.
I don’t know what I want from him.
I don’t know how not to ruin the effortlessness because I have questions.
They will ground out flight ways.
The lightness of our deep conversations.
They can take away the ways of us.
Maame is a Canadian born Ghanaian who loves to travel across the eorld and express herself in writing . Sge is the CEO of KinxFolk, a movement of ABC in Canada who seek to find themselves through retreats in nature and play. She is also an accomplished script writer for movies. She loves Ghana