Or maybe I am queen Esther in the making of [One night with the king] and the King falls hopelessly in love with me.But while I love the idea of romance, the books and poems dedicated to them; No one who knows me could ever call me romantic. So believe me when I say that I shock myself; its just that Reem has woven such fantastic Romance inducing fantasy with this collection, that i couldn’t help myself.
A very active imagination I have as you all know. A simple walk to the kitchen with my blanket hanging off my shoulder and dragging as a train always ends up as an adventurous walk around the garden of my imaginary palace, court or in a haste to declare war in my queenly war room.
A simple Moroccan Poof at the corner of a room, ends up being a lovely Moroccan tent, An Arabian nights of sorts with a very gorgeous King. And Reem has certainly made my imaginations more interesting. Her 2015/2016 Spring/Summer collection has me seriously wanting an Arabian night of my own. I want it all.
When i say i want it. I mean I want it all. I have gone as far as categorizing their uses in my fantasy wardrobe and what i would do with them.
You see, i could write a novel all by myself with just one dress in my mind. How much more a whole collection. I could be the West African Princess thrown into the chaotic palace intrigue in Morocco.
Or maybe I am queen Esther in the making of “One night with the king” and the King falls hopelessly in love with me.But while I love the idea of romance, the books and poems dedicated to them; No one who knows me could ever call me romantic. So believe me when I say that I shock myself; its just that Reem has woven such fantastic Romance inducing fantasy with this collection, that i couldn’t help myself.
Regardless, in the true spirit of the warrior I consider myself; my fantasy cannot be complete without a Joan of arc moment. Here it goes. [The country is in turmoil, I and only I must do something drastic to save its colorful and vibrant history. So i dress myself in a sexy day dress and ride off to save the country…] if i were to continue in my romantic fantasy i could end up at the war zone in the kings tent while he falls hopelessly in love with the stranger i am.
Forgive me, but i believe i would rather finish with the warrior princess fantasy. [A large Moroccan tent will be enacted for me in the middle of the desert, with my very loyal Royal Army. I will champion their cause and command the war to our victory]…
I get carried away. But am not done yet. Being that the role of women were (coughs) uncertainly fragile. in those days. I have had time to reconstruct both my Romantic fantasy and my Joan of Arc meets warrior princess fantasy
I would be a lovely tourist in Morocco dressed like a present day tourist (as above). I would marvel in the history of the country and while enjoying the country, i would run into a rude prince (of course he is in disguise). We could get all romantic and i could get all incensed when i find out who he really was and the story goes the Harlequin Novel way (the whole 9 yards and all). And we end up Happily ever After with Reem as my designer of course. Or He could be a prince/warrior transported through time to get me to the past to save the day with Reem In tow of course and we finally move to the future and live happily ever after… with Reem…
Forgive me, but i think by now; you have all noticed that in these stories there are no happily ever after without Reem Acra in them. She has to be in them for that to happen. If not why else would i bother with as many fantasies and romantic ones at that. She just has to be there because more than anything…
Thanks for Dropping into my fantasy
Village Girl (Chioma)