I would not imagine being in an environment where I am befriended by the devils and if I would have attempted to imagine then it would be more terrifying. Unknowingly the true love of my life Imani; I call her my black beauty had been used to staying and living with the devil characters. He knew their does and donts and it was now about five years since he got married in a shadow wedding.
I had missed everything on her. Not the kisses, not the tight hugs, and even our intimacy.
“You have to play part in this game “roared their leader.
That particular evening, two days when we had finished the moaning season and just returned to our home at the secret palace, things turned around against me.
My wife had developed some bad moods on me and she had developed so high-classes hatred something that I doubted and did not take it seriously as such until I was instructed to sleep on the couch as she sleeps on our matrimonial bed. I hated i
“Beb two months after I have delivered I will have to advance my skills through international studies" this was a statement that I was told barely five months into her pregnancy. It seemed my wife valued education so much even more than her baby. Every time issue would tell me she was doing a short course on one, two, three to enhance her skill set. There is no single time with three months that she tells me that she is not pursuing a certain topic of study. She loved reading and I liked it but this idea of neglecting her baby for education did not sit well in my head. Two months only. What is the essence of hurrying your education yet you have a priority of ensuring that the newborn baby bonds with her mother as early as two months after delivery? Those were my past wonders, now I was it was happening in reality and we moved overseas for her to advance their studies. New environment, new town, new people and I had to bond with the newest culture. I have
I was determined not to give up on reaching my destination. The destination was very unclear in my apparent eyes but I could only see it in some sought of vision that I could not comprehend well especially when I thought of my present circumstances. A boy child whose manhood freedom has been captured by the known people who are in the mission to misuse his potential for their selfish good in the name of “I love you”. It was a walk but in limited light, darkness was to be fought, the journey had to be completed and the light was to be found though I did not understand how. A walk in the darkness of love.Right from the police custody without trial back to our residential place and straight into a new system of life. Katona had left a map with Imani on the previous night of a mission. The map had details on the current location Katonde stayed. Two weeks down the line Imani had been playing down and all that Katonde had leaked into her ears she was determi
“Am entitled to everything my father left behind “these were words from Princess TT that she often spoke even when we are abroad. What exactly is Princess TT referring to?She ever felt insecure and not satisfied with the affairs of the great Kingdom since his brother now King Okusimba took over the power. My efforts to try and understand what exactly did she dislike about her brother and the management of the kingdom affairs was always bored no fruits as she could give general answers like “I just do not like him in that position “.I failed to understand and to some point, she forced me to think that she was jealous of everything that went on during the process of looking for the heir.“I was my father’s favorite “she insisted.I doubted if she ever questioned or carried a self postmortem on what exactly finished his late father under such unclear circumstances. I wish she could understand that the demise of his father
As I highlighted in the previous chapters or rather the beginning of this novel, True love comes from within and love is controlled by some powers which to me you cannot compromise nor corrupt. The truth about love is you can’t ignore or fake it, think about the love of Christ to his people; it was unconditional expression. Giving because you feel giving is good and not giving to be given something in return. I know this because I have experienced it myself. Life becomes interesting when there is love. The economy thrives when there is love. The family grows when there is love. Therefore I do agree with what Mark said and I quote, “Nothing in your life matters, but one thing: how much love you give and how much love you receive. Love is the only thing in life that matters.” And I say, “Love is super than money”. Mark was referring to how important love is to entrepreneurs, especially in the connected economy where the business now is done and controlled by systems. Think of pyrami
“My Therapy” was a brief title for Imani’s book of love.You write when it is time or you write when you feel like writing. Sometimes ideas come and go so early even before you ink them down on paper. What is the best way to put down your thoughts in writing?Are books from ideas better than those narrated from experiences the author has gone through? Maybe the latter is Imani’s deal. Anyways, all kind of books exists on our library shelves it only depends on the creativity of the author.Psychologists argue that writing is the best way to unleash what is burdening you from the inside. First, we must agree that both good and bad things when locked inside your body you usually feel some sort of burden. You feel like luggage placed on your back, moving and you just looking for the right place to offload it.Are you stressed? Put it down on paper. Angry about something or someone? Put it down on paper. Having a lot of calculations in
"You are mine ,Imani. Mine you will forever be ,the day they separate us dont give up on me ,put me in prayers. Promise to be with me and I will make you strong . If you let me out,they will see your weakness and you will die .You cannot live with me ,yet you cannot survive without me .You are mine, Imani . You are the one I love."Those were words of Katonde to Imani;the girl he loved most and yet denied a chance to love her. It is time, Imani .She left the maids room in the mid of the night when she received news that her love of life was missing in the kingdom .She knew that this was the time she expected her enemies to execute their injustices to her ,so she was prepared,determined and ready for this .It wasn't a shocking news to her as she expected that this was would happen . She barely found sleep ,she couldn't hear any advice or consolations, she only had one big goal to achieve and that was to get her love of life whether dead or alive .
Yeah, right. It could be for a princess but not for a mere village boy at least for a prince. Since when did things change, Katonde questioned his instincts. In the old days, only girls were forced to a man and now today am forced to love and marry the princess. No! This will happen over my dead body! Katona had less to do but only to murmur some words of courage within his throat.The Black Mamba moved out of the bush. He was a big man,thick-necked, like a bull buffalo. His anger was unpredictable like one, too. He wore antelope-made skin clothes with a greenish painting that camouflaged with the immediate environment. A big necklace made from black Mamba’s skin ran diagonally from his shoulders across the upper chest, through the lungs, and to the back. Imani got even more terrified than the task before her. It was time to execute the plan and teamwork was necessary. Men lined up to have their arms painted with her dark ma
The trumpet was blown signaling the beginning of the ceremony. "Ladies and gentlemen today we are gathered here to witness the expansion of the kingdom's family. I present to you princess TT of our great kingdom and his spouse Mr.Katonde ."The herald officially introduced our presence. We were separated, she followed the king and I followed my father as we started to descend the stairs. When we were close to the bottom I noticed that the singing and chattering was diminishing slow by slow as we approached the bottom. I looked around and all the eyes were directed at me. Their faces displayed a mix of surprise, awe, wonderment, and jealousy. We stopped upon reaching the ground bottom. In informal English mixed with the local dialect, my father spoke : "Dear guests, gentleman, and lady . I wholeheartedly present to you my only son Katonde to get married to princess TT and brought us, grandchildren". The guest applauded despite all. I felt overwhel