1) Haiette's Song - Nigeria/Europe/The Middle East (From) Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M. Poem by Otradom Pelogo

Haiette's Song
One night I was lucky enough, even for the first time, to sit down and talk with a woman who said that she was from Africa, and when asking what country in Africa, she said that she was from Nigeria. The way she was dressed and how stylishly sexy she looked, I could have seen her on the cover of Mademoiselle or Vogue, the New York City dancer or choreographer on a hiatus in the Netherlands. With a creamy complexion who said she was Nigerian, and with a natural Arabic accent, I'm not sure if my mind ever put the pieces together. Even a body that I had never honestly seen before; where there should have been muscle definition, it seemed smooth, milky and soft. She told me her name was Haiette, she said that it's an Arabic word that means ‘life' before she got up and left, and I guess like the women above, all I will have of her and them, is a lifetime of a wonderful meeting, one that will have, excuse the expression, saved my life, least made it complete.

(This is an excerpt from the novel Stasis & Poreris...
Sgt. Haiette (One of the police detectives investigating the corporate crimes being caused by Ben, the antagonist of the novel))
Chapter Forty-Four

The Detectives Find Love

Sgt. Haiette - First of all Dr. Smart, we would like to work with you, not against you; it was only by chance that we discovered what happened at your hospital yesterday. We were at the hospital across town, checking through files of people who may have come in like your patient. Although we didn't find any such cases, while we were there, a woman came in who suffered a heart attack. A witness who was there came with her also. What captured our attention and made the other doctors grin was the woman who helped the lady; I'm no doctor, but we waited for the results and it was a minor heart attack. But the witness claimed that the woman who administered CPR did it by grabbing the young woman by the head without pushing on her chest or breathing into her mouth. They said that the woman who helped her dizzily walked away as if she were about to faint. A guy followed her. Now usually I would have walked away and just considered it coincidence or some type of miraculous phenomenon that saved the woman's life. But it made me think that although a remote chance, that it could be tied into what has been happening, and that's the same thing that happened to your patient... So we went to every hospital and clinic in town, until we came to yours.
Maggie - And the woman who saved the other woman's life doesn't remember any of it or remember the guy who supposedly helped her when she was about to pass out.


Chapter Seventy-Eight

Haiette's Ancient Praenomen

One night while walking back to his hotel room through the streets of Dubai, Poreris was lucky enough, even for the first time, to sit down and talk with a woman who said that she was from Africa, and when asking what country in Africa, she said that she was from Nigeria. The way she was dressed and how stylishly sexy she looked, he could have seen her on the cover of Mademoiselle or Vogue, the New York City dancer or choreographer on a hiatus in the U.A.E. and the Netherlands. With a creamy complexion who said she was Nigerian, and with a natural Arabic accent, he's not sure if his mind ever put the pieces together. Even a body that he had never honestly seen before; where there should have been muscle definition, it seemed smooth, milky and soft. She told him her name was Haiette, it's an Arabic word that means ‘life'. And after opening the laptop while she sat there in front of him trying to figure out just as much about his world as he was trying to figure out about hers, pictures that he had taken while driving through the streets of Baghdad popped up onto the screen. She then suddenly pronounced in an excited and surprised voice; one that he had recently become familiar with, and couldn't have mistaken it, while she walked up to the laptop, amongst the giant eighteen -wheel leviathans, the military personnel, chopped as to protect the logistics of OPSEC, thus being a passing through of a random neighborhood, with certainty, stated that it was Iraq. A place, while hurrying to close the laptop, he was certain was even more familiar to her that he could have possibly imagined. And without hesitating, she asks him to tell her about his ventures in Mesopotamia; Iraq's ancient praenomen.