The story of love, can sometimes be a sad story.

No, I'm not suffering from any heartbreak or something similar. I just finished reading a lovely, tragic love story.

The book is titled, The Mermaid of Black Conch by Monique Roffey.

Reading a book that is about a man and mermaid falling in love with each other, is not something I would willing do. But at soon as I started it, I could not put the book down without feeling I was missing out on something. It was a captivating read.

The tension of the unusual lovers being found out, and the anticipation of their first, (and of course subsequent), "sexing," all added to the thrill.

The greedy, old white man and his son, the white landowner and her son, the returning lover and father, and the jealous nymphomaniac (aka wild mongoose on heat), and her sons, all added colour ot this mesmerizing tale.

The book gave me a "tabanca" moment, knowing that sometimes we don't choose who we love, we just love them.

I was actually hoping the love story would all end happily ever after. But sadly, in this life and as earthlings, there are no happy endings.

We win to lose, and lose to win.

If I was to carve out a lesson from the book, I think it would be, "let those you love know you love them, because one day, them or you would be unavailable to show love."

Signed
Olumide Holloway (King Olulu).