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Life is a constant stream of experiences. While some are exciting and beautiful, others are agonizing. As you live through them, your heart feels like it is being torn into pieces. For me, one of those was my sister's murder.Leni was two years older than me and had always been my guardian angel. She had a sunny disposition and her happiness was infectious. She spread it wherever she went, warming even the coldest of hearts. My life turned upside down when her body was found in a ditch, battered as if she was some dangerous thing that needed to get flushed out of the world.Losing someone you love and not knowing what happened to them is one of the most painful things in life. The police said they were conducting investigations but whenever we went to them, they had nothing, not even a single lead. It was disappointing, but not surprising in a developing country like Uganda. So many cases went unsolved, especially because most
“Good morning, Lena.” The man named Tobias said, placing his big arms on the arm rest of his black leather chair. He leaned back, making his pot belly protrude. He was a short man, brown skin with an air of importance around him.“Good morning.” I said, taking a seat without being asked.Tobias shrugged and glanced at the paper on his desk before turning to me. “Your aunt said you arrived yesterday and in fact your accent confirms that. It hasn’t changed at all”My lips parted but I managed to restrain myself from voicing out my thoughts which could've had a poisonous effect. What was the point of bringing up my accent? I knew that there were many foreigners in the states with different accents. So, why had the few people I'd spoken to given me weird looks when I spoke? Perhaps, they were trying to discern if they'd heard my kind of accent before. This was even strange considering I didn't have a heavy accent. It wa
If I had known that this was going to be such a disaster, I'd have gone to another country. Jeff and I were so different and the only date idea we'd agreed on was to take a walk on along The Riverside Trail on the west bank of St. Joseph River. It felt so strange, hanging out with a stranger that hadn't impressed me at all. The good thing was that I loved the beauty of the place we were at.“I love black women,” he said, his eyes scanning my body in a way that looked almost perverted. He didn't have to say sweet things to me because I knew he was doing this mainly for the money. There was no need to try and sweeten me up because I’d never let him touch me. Looking at his clothes, I realized he really needed that money. In any case, I was doing him a favor.“I think I should go home now,” I said. I did not want to go home to my aunt and cousin but that seemed more preferable compared to chatting with Jeff.“But we ju