JOY FEELINGS MAGAZINE November issue 2015 | Page 38

the people there.
Maybe we can make
a whole event, the
way Bob Marley
would have done it.
Just for the people.
And if they climb
over the gate, let
them climb over the
gate.’’
Night fell as we
drove across Los
Angeles. It took
hours to get to
Rihanna, but I was
home in half that
time — too soon.
Oumarou and I
agreed to keep in
touch and waved
goodbye. Before
stepping inside my
house, I lifted my
blouse to my face;
her perfume was
still there. The

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problem with this
kind of romance is
that it all falls apart
in the retelling. My
husband and 3-yearold son tried but
couldn’t really
understand how
overwhelming and
profound my
connection with
Rihanna was. And
I’ll admit that as the
days go by, even I
am beginning to
doubt whether our
time together meant
quite as much to her
as it did to me. It
doesn’t matter. My
heart still jumps
every time I see her
face.