Becoming Connected with Irene – Rosie The first time I met Irene was about seven or eight years ago at Ruby’s house in Ghana. Ruby was hosting a Christmas party, and that’s where our paths first crossed. We exchanged pleasantries, and I remember saying, “If you’d schooled in Ghana, I’m sure you would have gone to Wesley Girls.” She laughed and replied, “Oh, everyone says that!” There was something about her calm composure and the way she carried herself—graceful and grounded. I admired her immediately, and we connected. Over the years, Irene and I have grown even closer. Though she later moved back to London and we don’t speak as often, whenever we do connect, it feels as if no time has passed. We pick up exactly where we left off — catching up on life, laughing, and sharing stories as though we spoke just yesterday. It’s a refreshing kind of friendship, one that doesn’t fade, no matter the distance or the years in between. If I had to describe our relationship in one “Becoming” word, it would be Becoming Connected. True connection isn’t about constant contact — it’s about the ease, understanding, and warmth that remain, no matter how long it’s been. The Birthday Journal 19
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