"No I'm not." I told her bluntly. I was not going to be the devil's workshop in some sort of conspiracy because I wanted to stay in another man's country."Lorena I know you want this, look at this as a grand opportunity, stop fighting it.""How could you be so impossible, you yourself know we hate our guts.""I thought you hated him first?""We are not compatible." I reminded her. Janet needed to stop persuading me into things I hate it irritates me."That's why he is the perfect fit.""How does that relates with me not wanting to get married to him." "He hates you, you hate him. He wants a fake wife and you want citizenship.""Are you saying I am a gold digger?" "Never Lorena. I can never call you that, you are my friend and I love you that will be so low of me to think or say.""Then what's your point?" I asked Janet, she was now getting on my nerves with her constantly pressuring me to marry Freddy as my cha

The embarrassment I faced with the flight attendant back there compels me to hide my face throughout the whole day. It was the first time I ever took a flight anywhere, acting paranoid could be an effect of a phobia I guess, turning back was no option. I have come here to study and work and that I will fulfill. I took my bags finally after numerous checking and walked around the airport aimlessly 'where is the damn door?' I walked from corner to corner, door to another door but all I found was bathrooms or offices, how did I even get there. I tried other glass doors in front of me but I could not find any door that led outside. The crowds here were too much and the airport was large, finding the door has now become a deep search for me. "Excuse me miss?" I twisted around to find a security guard holding a walki-talki on his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry I did not mean to bump into you." I looked up at them to apologise. I heard no word from him aside from the woman who followed him. She went all crazy on me for no reason and I can't understand why. "Watch it loser, you want to smack my man to the ground?" She snapped her voice sounding like crushed powder. "But I said I was sorry, I didn't see him there neither did I see you." I tried to explain without bursting out into unnecessary fights with a stranger. "How can't you see me, with those things for eyes. I am sure you can't afford such luxury in this hotel that's why you squat with your sugar daddy. I mean look at you, your dress is awful." The strange woman gave me an odd look, her eyes judging me. That's when I sparked. God sees I tried to be cautioned, kind, polite, and friendly to this rude woman and her companion but the wig stand has gone too far and I don't think I should be quiet anymore. She has gotten me to lose my pat

"Lorena?" "Lorena?" I heard the telephone beep again followed by Miss Ivy’s concerned voice. I am sure my eyes were bloodshot right now because I barely slept a wink last night. The reason for my sleepless night was the strange package sitting at my door, but why am I getting so paranoid it is not like it was a bomb. Just some meaningless word written on a stupid piece of paper, no big deal right? I tried to convince myself but I don’t feel at all convinced.  "Lorena are you there? Are you still in bed by this time?" Miss Ivy spoke from the phone speaker. "Yes ma'am." I whispered softly though it sounded like I was talking to myself. "Lorena are you there?" Her voice sounded strong and alert. "Yes…" I cleared my thr

  I stirred in my sleep, twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable spot to relax on But every toss and turned I  took made my nerves agitated for some odd reason and kept me awake all through. My shoulder hurts badly not to talk of the pain coursing through my veins, it is like little needles piercing my skin. I tried to get comfortable but I couldn’t and I was just like ‘screw everything’ you know, then I sat up from the bouncing blankets I laid on. “Why is this bed too soft and bouncing?” I complained. My eyes were still shut and heavy to open, and I also felt drowsy. "You're awake." Someone exclaimed in the background. It took me a couple of minutes to register the source of the voice and my surroundings because my head still felt foggy. "I'm awake?" I asked myself.