New to the publishing world, Aandi Greenway has produced a very touching, heart wrenching and explicit account of a young life trying to grow, all under the watchful eyes of her abuser.  Trying to escape her abuser, she plunges into teenage motherhood and the struggle for her own identity worsens.  On her quest to finding true love, she embarks on an affair, giving her a short-lived happiness that is to test friendships and family loyalties.

Aandi Greenway’s voice will give hope to those that have been marred by child abuse, aimless wandering, teenage pregnancy and all the responsibilities of life in a cruel and unloving world.

In its own painful way, it somehow brings naïve humour to Shoy’s life and the will to survive for the love of her children.

Aandi Greenway is a 39 year old, first generation black British Caribbean, married to a serviceman.  She has two children, three stepchildren and two step-grandchildren.

Her life has been over shadowed by sexual abuse she endured as a young child.  As a teenage mother, she had to grow up fast, juggling education and work all under the watchful eye of her mother.

At the age of 36, she achieved her ambition becoming Air Cabin Crew for Britain’s No1 Airline for which she had an article published with a worldwide distribution.

She has appeared on a TV game show, winning first prize. Appeared in video and on radio representing British Army families.

This is her story.

It was very early in the morning.  The sun had just come out of hiding and the air was damp, but to a child this was outside playing weather.  I stood at the window behind these huge brown curtains that hung all the way from the ceiling to the floor and looked up and down the road.  There was nothing in sight, not a car parked, not a person walking, not a child playing – nothing, it was so quiet.  The clock making that racket it always made, when the hands reached the twelve and whatever number the other one was on, broke the silence.  Mum was always telling me to count with the dings – did she think I was clever?  I moved from the curtain; what was I going to do now?  My face lit up as I remembered my new bike.  The bike of my dreams, a bike of my own, my new bike was calling.  It had a red frame with a blue seat, on which it had a picture of a teddy bear and at the ends of the handlebars it had white rubber with tassels hanging down in colours of red and blue.  There was a large front wheel and two smaller ones at the back.

‘Come play with me Shoy,’ it was saying to me.  ‘Come on, there is no-one around.’