Stir it up; little darlin’, stir it up. Come on, baby.
Come on and stir it up: little darlin’, stir it up. O-oh!

It’s been a long, long time, yeah!
(stir it, stir it, stir it together)
Since I got you on my mind. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh!
Now you are here (stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said,
it’s so clear
There’s so much we could do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Just me and you.

— Bob Marley

That’s the song that was playing on Mark’s stereo set when he kissed his girlfriend Winsome and left for work as a nurse at Foxwood’s hospital.

He always preferred to work on the night shift as it afforded him more time with the patients and less distractions from visitors.

Mark was tall, broad shouldered, muscular, with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. He had African heritage that showed in his features and body type. He had a great sense of humor and was gentle and kind.

Everyone at work loved him and was readily drawn to him. The women at work often joked in describing him as an eye candy, but as always in a disarming way, he spoke about his girlfriend, Winsome.

She was the center of Mark’s life and he would always do everything to make her happy.

Winsome was no plain Jane, she was full of smarts, vivacious and just sheer beauty, a woman whose presence would command the attention of any one in a room.

However, Winsome had recently lost her job and for the most part has been spending a lot of time reading and surfing the Internet.

To be continued..

Yvad Billings, Readers Bureau, Fellow

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