Confused Destiny

I try to tell myself that there's nothing serious. She is just mentally ill, that's all, besides my life is more complicated than normal, but my heart couldn't stop dancing to the horror music played in my head, and all I could was take a warm bath, it always helps. After my lunch and gradually drifted to sleep, just to be awaken again this ime, my brain had formulated a nightmare capable of paralysis, this wasn’t like other cliche dreams with animated monsters, but this time i was totally convinces i had murdered somone in my past life. This time i was chased by angry villagers with war forks and flaming woods, dressed in animal skin and had dreads, weird for a child born in the early 2000s, perspiration trickled down my body as i ran for my dear life, it was hard with the rocky ground And soon i had began to feel dizzy from all the running and slumbed just beside a river bank and thinking all hope was lost , i felt everything freeze, i knew something bizarre would happen, immediat

"Ma'am, I have personally come to report rethabile to you, she has been a bad child, and as you can see this, she has forgotten her bags in school." " You don't mean it". " Yes I do, am I lying?" He asked Tears had stormed my eyes again as I began to fidget, " speak up rethabile!" Mom yelled, making me fall on the floor, " Please don't scold her, she's just little, their mouths are full of lies and deceit just to get whatever they want, they don't know real-life struggles," he said. Mom stared at him like she was actually listening. Maybe she was, she nodded to his every word and I know she felt connected in some way, it hurts, she won't believe me, she never does " Take this inside," she says. It felt like my demons were staring at me, in human form, and walking a step felt like a thorn in my flesh, " fast!" She yelled and I yelped, taking it from her and then heading into my room. She didn't ask about the bruises she doesn't care either I run into my ro

Mom was so busy with work, I won't say I wasn't happy she was, but her presence matters a lot, sometimes, we had days when we braided hair, it was like a tradition, and having a 4c natural hair means war and pain without proper management. And that's more than enough reason to keep my hair braided for a long time, and after so much detangling, washing, and tying tight buns, I couldn't take the pain of combing, so I confronted mom about it, weird enough when she was in the middle of a conversation with a client. Bad timing, but I don't want the stress anymore. I could see the annoyance on her face, which soon disappeared, ‘ you won't kill me before my time” it's also a normal word, in an African home, which is usually accompanied by, I did not kill my mother so you won't kill me. She directed me to a salon a little bit far from my house, though it was the first time going outside to dress my hair, Mom would always dress my hair for me, even though I had full a

   Though I promised myself to get A's next term, during holiday I made sure I visited the state library two times a week. Though I don't go alone,my mom would never let me go to the library by myself.               I wanted to a doctor,but am really scared of blood it freaks me out, and I really don't like biology,I prefer physics and maths,to other subjects,so I decided to go for engineering,I studied physics more than I study other subjects,it's more like an adventurous novel to me.             Two weeks  to school  resumption ,I was prepared. I ironed my uniform, washed my socks and bag,I couldn't wait to go back to school,my house was very boring,if not for the fact that I decided to visit the library or read at home I would have gone crazy,my siblings will go out,thereby leaving me at home because I had no friends to play with.      I

Anna pov      After Peter came to look for me, I hurried outside. There were many hair dressers outside. Why would anyone need my attention, maybe it's not for hairdressing.     On getting there I saw a girl standing,she looks so familiar,I couldn't believe my eyes rethabile was here in person,I was so nervous I didn't know how to approach her,she hasn't changed a bit,she still looks and behaves like  she just opened her eyes for the first time.      She loves staring at things, and right from when she was little she found it hard to communicate with anyone,not even her siblings,I tried holding back the tears in my eyes. I am finally seeing my daughter after many years.     I know she might not remember me,but I would do anything for her hug right now. She saw me coming and then tried to dress herself,I noticed dust and dirt on her clothes but all I just wa