We all have something that is eating us, but we mostly choose to keep it to ourselves. It will reside there and continue to destroy every 'fibre' of our being until we are 'done for'. Most times when horrible things hit us, we just say ''shit happens''. Shit does happen, but one of the best way to deal with it is to talk about it. Sometimes, we just need to overlook the shame and look for a way of rescue. I encountered a similar problem recently. Stressful lectures, tiring walks, and no form of rest had completely dehydrated me. I realized I was also famished, so I decided to go to the school cafeteria to feel my tummy. Inside I noticed a middle age lady, who was astonishingly beautiful. Her hair looked like it felt like silk. She was as fair as the morning sun. She revealed a tiny part of her cleavage. I was overwhelmed by her incredible bodily perfection. I adored her. She blew my mind. I wanted to talk to her but I felt intimated. She was not w