REFLECTIONS: THE STORY OF ARMAYA

Armaya, a girl with so much wonder and mystery. Armaya, with her chocolate-rich dark skin, it glittered like gold in the sun.

Her hair, dark like the midnight sky,thick like the Okumu forest. Her eyes shone like the the stars,full of life and hidden secrets.

Armaya,her lips full and succulent like mango fruit in its season. Her legs were long as bamboo sticks,fine and straight.

Her voice, O when she spoke! The angels sang the 'Hallelujah' chorus,it was that glorious.She had the elegance if a swan,her beauty was unrivalled,she was a goddess in her own right.

But Armaya had a problem-she wouldn't keep her clothes on. For as many men were willing to worship her and pay the highest bid,she undressed.

There was just one she she got naked for,he admired her without having to touch. He knew all her fears, her secrets and accepted her the way she was.

He never asked anything of her, but always told her she could be more in this life if she wanted to. The only man she was free with, he showed her who she really was.

And that man was the MIRROR.