It's raining heavily in the ghetto area she lives in. It's so frustrating that she can not concentrate on the task she's handling. Worst still the power cuts plunging the room into darkness as well as her mood. Sighing weakly, she drops her fabrics on the work table heading to bed.
She wants to consider a shower but is dead tired so consoling herself with the lines I'm not a fish to always be needing water. Flopping on the bed, she scrolls on the Internet absent mindedly before muttering to herself I should have just used a safety pin to fix the lastic in. Sighing regretful at having to reopen her work , "well atleast I now know what do" she gives herself a pep talk . Wrapping the quilt around, she drifted off to sleep.
She is Heaven Mansa, a beautiful, wise, witty and skilled worker. She's funny, hardworking, petty and tonight her biggest headache is the cargo pant she has to fix a lastic on.This right after finishing a female office pant. But this is another day's complain. Heaven is having a bizarre dream right where she delivers an intelligent earth, a nurturing moon and a guiding sun. Her conscious mind is speechless by this point in the dream realised that she's having a dream only to wake to the face of the moon staring at her through the wide open widow.