FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, Where should I commence my journey? I must initiate it from a point of certainty.Being the sole offspring of my parents, I was entrusted with the weighty responsibility of excelling in my academic pursuits. Not just in any subject, but to pursue a career in medicine, a field replete with intricate scientific terminologies that I found daunting. The mere thought of tending to an injured patient filled me with a sense of queasiness. Despite my misgivings, my father offered unwavering support, covering all my fees and providing all the necessary resources for my education as a science student. While we were not affluent, we were able to afford three square meals a day and other essentials. I continued down this path until tragedy struck in my final year of secondary school. My father fell gravely ill and eventually succumbed. The loss was devastating, as I was on the cusp of realizing his aspirations. Nonetheless, life had to move forward, and it was just my mother
However, it wasn't too late to embark on a fresh start. I secured employment at a distant canteen, where I undertook the tasks of washing dishes and serving meals to customers. The owner of the establishment graciously provided me with a place to rest my head. Subsequently, I began to endure a succession of harrowing nightmares; visions that involved my mother offering me to a menacing beast poised to consume me, or dreams in which Ben engaged in intimate relations with me. These nightmares induced tremors and nausea, I had to adapt and cope with them.Fortunately, I secured an additional position as a part-time tutor for children residing in the streets, thereby augmenting my income. One day, the canteen owner summoned me and inquired about my aspirations for furthering my education. Although, there were individuals of my age who were employed by her."Your future is promising, and I am disinclined to witness it waste away merely in service to me," she remarked. Encouraged by her wo
I awoke to the sight of Zach's mesmerizing gaze fixed upon me. He was seated at the edge of my bed where I lay, appearing both concerned and irate. Overwhelmed with guilt, I was mute, yearning to shield my face from shame."Jolaade, you should confide in me, particularly when you are feeling low, rather than resorting to alcohol and intoxication like ordinary women," he expressed passionately."What do you mean by 'ordinary women'?" I inquired, somewhat puzzled."Jolaade, you are exceptional and surrounded by individuals who adore you. You should be able to share your concerns with me," he urged, pausing momentarily before continuing, "I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been responding. I grew anxious and had to contact Bella, who informed me of your despondent demeanour at work. I decided to come by after work only to find you in a state of despair."I had never heard him speak at such length, except in movies.Attempting to sit up, I was halted by a sharp pain in my left
Entering the vast structure with elegant and costly flooring, I observed various levels of staff in their well-maintained uniforms. The atmosphere was bustling with activity.Regardless of its size, appearance, or opulence, a hospital remains a hospital; a place where individuals receive news, either good or bad. Some leave with smiles, while others leave feeling shattered.I couldn't bear the scent or sight of injured patients. With my head held high and sunglasses shielding my eyes, I proceeded to the designated ward to locate her.Upon entering the ward, I noticed four beds positioned opposite each other, totalling eight beds separated by curtains for privacy. The patients appeared to be women in their sixties or seventies, all dressed in the hospital's attire. Some had companions assisting them with tasks like feeding.Approaching them, I greeted a few patients before reaching her bedside. She lay curled up on her bed, gazing out the window, the last bed by the window, isolated w
Christmas was steadily approaching, and the festive spirit permeated the air, evident in the bustling stalls lining the streets and the opulent shopping centres; the merchandise on sale was unparalleled by previous months.That morning, I awoke with a sudden yearning for chocolate ice cream; it was that time of the month. Clad in a black hoodie and shorts, I ventured to a nearby store, feeling despondent.Upon paying the cashier, I indulged in a few scoops before accepting my change. However, I overheard some customers murmuring, likely discussing me. One of them gestured towards the television in the store during their conversation. I glanced up, only to see my picture prominently displayed on the screen.Swiftly, I concealed my face with the hood of my hoodie. "I told you she's the one," one of them asserted. I concealed the ice cream and hurried out of the establishment to my car; windows up, doors locked.After just a few laps, I was already exhausted, attempting to catch my breat
"Gentlemen, how may I be of service to you?"I inquired, taking my seat as the two well-dressed men sat before me. They had insisted on meeting with me alone, leaving Bella with no other option but to remain in the office, standing a little ways off in case of any unforeseen circumstances.In recent weeks, I have been engaged in a series of interviews with reputable media companies, all of whom shared a common goal of progress and success.I found myself constantly wearing a smile for the cameras and unexpected paparazzi, unable to visit the store as I typically would for supplies, often resorting to online shopping.As the men sat before me, appearing as though they harboured grievances against me, one of them spoke up, "I believe you are aware of our identities.""No, I am not," I replied with a touch of wit, as I had a workload to tend to and they seemed to be wasting my time."Very well. We are the CEO and Co-founder of Harvest Insurance Company."It was evident that the man speaki
It had been a demanding day at work, as usual. To my surprise, I walked in on my mother and Zach engrossed in a movie he starred in. He was reciting his lines from the movie, seemingly trying to captivate my mother, who wore a bright smile. Judging by her expression, he seemed to be winning her over already. Unbeknownst to them, I cleared my throat to make my presence known. "Jolaade, welcome back," my mother greeted, and I returned the smile. "Hey there," Zach greeted me with a smile as I took a seat and started to remove my shoes. "What brings you two here?" I inquired. "I came to deliver some groceries for you, as I'm concerned that you may not be eating well due to your busy schedule," she explained. "And on my way out, I ran into him," she added. "He told me to stay until you returned." "No formal introduction was needed for me to recognize her," Zach chimed in, and we all laughed at his humorous remark as he gazed at each of our faces in turn. "I'll take my leave now," s
The lamentations of the child, exposed to the sight of harsh realities of human nature, captured the attention of everyone in the house; first Mrs. Williams, followed by Zach and Christian. Zach appeared agitated and enraged to find me in such an uncomfortable situation as if he harboured the most malevolent thoughts towards Catherine, who still clutched the bowl. Mrs Williams attempted to console Kevin to cease his tears, then turning her gaze towards Catherine, she remarked, "It has barely been twelve hours since our arrival, yet I am beginning to regret bringing you along." Christian discreetly escorted me out of the kitchen so I could freshen up. I was overwhelmed; it had been a while since I had encountered such discomposure. Zach would need to take more decisive action to defend me against whomever she claimed to be to them. After cleansing myself in the bathroom, I entered the bedroom clad in a bathrobe. He entered with an apologetic expression. As he approached me, I