I never had the chance to know my father. My mother always told me that he left us when I was just two weeks old. It's frustrating to think about it. My mother had a difficult upbringing herself, leaving home at the tender age of 12. I feel lost, not knowing where my extended family might be. I tried broaching the topic with my mother before she passed away, but it didn't go well. I decided to let it rest, as I knew it would hurt her to revisit those memories. Now that she's gone, I can't help but feel deceived by her actions. She's no longer here to provide me with the answers I seek. I'm left alone with my estranged stepfather, who wants nothing to do with me. Even if she had disclosed the whereabouts of my family, it wouldn't have been easy, but at least I would have had someone to lean on during difficult times. I don't blame her, though. She had her own burdens to bear. She couldn't even find solace with her own family, who were abusive. Nevertheless, I still love her as my mothe

A few months later, I found myself immersed in an unexpected journey. Mr. Ronald Bowie, the owner of the business, took it upon himself to be my mentor, dedicating an entire six months to imparting his wisdom on the intricacies of running a successful business. Recognizing my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge and my unwavering determination to excel, Ronald saw great potential in me. His satisfaction in guiding me through the business world was evident, as I eagerly followed his directives without hesitation or inquiry. As time went on, Ronald noticed my ability to thrive independently and an extraordinary idea began to take shape in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, with the promise that if I impressed him with my achievements, he would transfer the ownership of the company to me. It was a defining moment that would mark my transition to complete independence. Ronald had initially expected it to take the full six m

As Divine and Ronald were having fun while drinking their coffee, talking about all kinds of things that happened in their lives and getting to know each other a little bit more, Ronald moved from his opposite couch and went to sit next to Divine. It happened so fast that Divine didn't even have the time to act on it. Divine's body language changed. She was shaking. She could feel a certain tension between her and Ronald. She wanted him so bad. She wanted him to hold her, feel him inside her. She tried to touch him and connect with him, but she was afraid to make a move. All she wants is for Ronaldo to make a move, but she doesn't know how to voice that out. She does not wish to send the wrong impression to Ronald. If he makes the first love, then she can act on it. "If we are going to be a thing, you need to be free when you are around me and stop being frightened. I won't break your heart, and I love you." He confides her, and she looks down. She doesn't trust him yet. She has

It's been five incredible months since Ronald and I embarked on this journey together. Our love has grown, blossoming like a vibrant garden in full bloom. Ronald has welcomed me into his world, introducing me to his closest friends, and allowing me to witness the depth of his character. Our relationship thrives, and together, we are an unstoppable force, weaving our dreams into a tapestry of shared goals and aspirations. Ever since Ronald handed me the reins of his company, my professional life has taken flight. Working independently has opened doors I never imagined. Clients flock to me, seeking the touch of my artistic vision, and I am humbled by the influx of opportunities that come my way. From different corners of the globe, people travel to South Africa, drawn by the chance to have their dreams transformed into architectural marvels by my hands. The sheer joy that fills my heart is palpable when I speak of my work; it radiates from my face, lighting up every room I enter. I have

For most people, the beginning of a new relationship is magical, filled with romance and excitement. It could be a storybook-worthy meet-cute or a modern-day serendipitous encounter. Regardless, there's a sense of possibility and a glimpse of a promising future. However, amidst all the positive vibes and the honeymoon phase, it's easy to overlook important conversations. In my case, Divine, and Ronald, we didn't discuss what's truly important and what we both want from this relationship. We jumped straight into intimacy without considering the deeper aspects. ... I arrived home to change for my lunch meeting with my long-time friend Tola, only to find my so-called boyfriend, Ronald, unexpectedly at home. This was unusual since he's always busy with work, and I honestly didn't care much for his presence at the moment, as I had plans unrelated to him. "Oh, babe, you're home. How are you?" I greet him with a passionate kiss on his lips. "Mmm, I've missed passionate kisses like that.