β When did we allStart believing in magicβ β’β’β’Sarah sat at the edge of the pristine walls of πππππ π π ππ πππππππ, one of the most popular and expensive eateries in the whole of Port-harcourt city owned by the Okoye's. yes! Sarah Okoye's parents.She stared around in anticipation. Soft music played at the background of the cafe as her eyes roamed around the few number of people seated in different expensive looking tables whilst talking and laughing. They were mostly teenagers, rich and sometimes spoilt teenagers settled in Sugar's mainly because its serene atmosphere and vibe it emitted.The staffs, managers, waiters and all had offered to treat Sarah as a VIP guest knowing she was their boss's daughter but Sarah on her part had politely declined, choosing only to seat at the window while waiting for the one person she was anxious to see. She occasionally found herself staring anxiously at the glassy windows of the eatery in nervousness, excitedly and yes! She was t
β What did you give meTo make my heart bleed out of my chestβ β’β’β’April stared at the staggering individual who was suppose to be a father figure performing his fatherly duties reek of alcohol. He was standing in the interior of her pretty cool air conditioned room which had a mix of pink and white hue gracing every part of the room including the closets, walls, large mirror frame, reading table -everything.Her queen sized bed dressed in white sheets was covered in a fuzzy pink blanket and decorated with large and some small cute teddy bears which she bought most times and other times got as gifts from fans.The scent of jasmine gave the room a pleasent aura which had now been replaced with the thick irritating smell of hard liquor which had quickly dissipated the nice air into extinction causing the atmosphere seem like she was going to suffocate anytime soon due to fear and anxiety. Standing in the same room with a drunk as her father caused fear to cripple her bones to cripple.
It hurts to know thatI'm alone in the worldIn the midst of so many...β’β’β’"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Yara, happy birthday to you.β Yara fluttered her eyes open to see the happy faces of her parents, sister Josie, Eliakim and even benny singing for her with a small cake written Happy twelve years old Yara.Her mum gathered them all to pray for her, "dear God as my sweet little daughter becomes plus one today, I pray you'll be with her, guide her every step in life. Be her light in darkness and May her years be as pleasant and full of fulfilment. Amen""Amen " they all said in unison."Happy birthday my baby girl, I love you so much." her mother said, tugging her cheeks playfully as she engulfed her in a tight embrace."I love you too mummy." she replied kissing her mum softly on her cheeks. Her mum pulled away giving space to her dad who had crouched down to her bed with a proud smile, cutting a piece of the cake before feeding it to her."My
Just like the moonWe must go through an empty phaseTo become full againβ’β’β’There was nothing beautiful about the life she lived. Her life was a haiku of ugly changes and she had lost hope at the time she needed it more. There was nothing to cheer her on and no shoulders to cry on. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if one could rip out her heart and see the river of tears and pain it withheld since the day she lost her sister.She automatically shut everyone from her life. Not crying. Not speaking. Not eating. Not doing anything. It was so alarming that some people thought she'd commit suicide soon and till this day, it marveled her, how she had been able to survive till this very moment.Could it be that somehow, somewhere deep down in her being. In the secrecy of her heart, she was living by hope. The hopes of things going back to how it was before and maybe with the hopes that there was really something called time travelling and if there was, she'd go back to her twelve year old
I don't dream because sometimes we'd never have the things we want no matter how much we dream to own themWhy waste time on illusions? Yet he says 'Dream. Believe. Make it happen'_Yara Chizaram Williamsβ’β’β’"Flying pigs, aliens taking over the world, sunshine doing rainfalls..."Toby's jaws dropped open in shock, wondering if she knew how asinine she sounded." Teqs, who the hell has dreams of flying pigs and aliens like those are so very impossible.""But that's why they are dreams. Dreams are so impossible to achieve.""That's only if you haven't any atom of optimism to make them reality."Atom? Really?!" so you're saying; I can make pigs fly if I'm optimistic enough?" she asked suggestively."Well... figuratively, that can happen but literally speaking, it's so impossible." he replied thoughtfully."Pigs could fly either way. According to you, that can happen." she said as though it was the most normal thing that could ever happen."The key word was 'figuratively' Teqs. Pigs don
Although I guess if I knew tomorrowI guess I wouldn't need faithI guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn't need graceI guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn't be God.β’β’β’I'm ill. Terminally ill and it's that bad that up till this moment I'm only surviving...His calmness.His plain look.His toneless voice.It wasn't making any sense. How did he announce that he was terminally ill with a kind of calmness akin to the soft whistle of the breeze sweeping past them? How did he even manage to keep a plain look and make his voice sound so toneless whilst he announced a whole bundle of catastrophe?And she? She sat there taking in the news with an impassive expression. Not reacting, not even an iota of show of feelings for someone who just revealed he had a limited time to live. Unlike his mum who'd smile and assure him that he would be fine anytime she talked about his illness and Sarah? Sarah would probably break into a loud fit of painful sobs and afterwards, glue to him thro
Dance with me under the diamondsSee me as breath in the coldβ’β’β’Morning tea.That was what was engraven on the brown brick wall of the big eatery towering over them. The building looked like some vintage store with a thick glass door that just required a little forceful pushing before one could get in.The lights inside the eatery were still on signifying that the owner wasn't closed for the day. Few cars sped past them on the road and across the eatery were night marketers and some Individuals footing their destination."Umm... so this is it?" Yara asked looking over at the building with an uncertain gaze, her helmet was still hung over her head."Apparently." Toby replied, dismounting from the BMW while he pulled off the helmet over his'."Is this like a teashop?""Actually it's more than just a tea shop.""Well, okay..." she shrugged as he took her hands in his before making their way to the door of the restaurant.She stared at both their hands holding each other, feeling her wh
'Cause every moment I find youI fear the days that I don't.β’β’β’"Good day students of Bluebell, I'm happy to see y'all here after the amazing weekend I trust we all to have had and even though your weekend wasn't all amazing, don't be discouraged, there are better days ahead..." Sarah paused, throwing her gaze around her audience all seated inside the vast auditorium orderly fashion."Without futher ado, i'll like to let us all know that Bluebell's students week is upcoming and as part of our activities for the students week, it's important to note that we, Bluebell's voluntary services will be going on an enlightenment spree to juvenile homes and other institutions and we'll be giving talks on anxiety disorder and how to manage them, domestic/ drug abuse..." she paused again, taking in a deep breath.She was pretty outspoken and the ounce of attention she commanded on stage was outstanding. Her eyes twinkling brightly as she scanned through the crowd with an encouraging heartwarming