Nocturnal Wenchy

African Hips Don't Lie

The boy with the blue eyes looked up smiling.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I woke up and heard a commotion downstairs. At first, I couldn’t make out what was going on. I could hear @SirNoid speaking to someone. It sounded happy so early in the morning. I got out of bed and walked to the landing for a peep.

I looked down and saw @SirNoid hugging a young man, with lines shaved into his light hair.

I felt my breath completely disappear and I heard myself saying “Liam”. I wasn’t sure if the whispers were actually escaping my body.

I shouted. “Liam! Liam!” still unsure if I was actually making a sound.

The boy with the blue eyes looked up smiling. I started crying. It was my Liam! Hey looked at me and said “Hello my Mom!” in that familiar sing-song voice.

Next, I knew, he was hugging me and we fell on the bed in the wrestling, overpowering hug we had done so often in the past.

We were crying and laughing. I kept whispering. “It’s my Liam. It’s my Liam”… and then louder “It’s my Liam!” when I felt the jolt of the sob in my throat break. I woke up and realised I was dreaming.

I wrote this down immediately as I didn’t want to forget the absolutely delightful, indescribable joy I felt at seeing my boy.

Tears are running down my face with no attempt from me to wipe or hide them.

What a truth for a Monday morning.

I wish you enough,


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About Me

Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.

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