Everything was perfect. The food, the decor, my traditional attire. It was everything I'd dreamed of, and more.Nonetheless, not even that could stop the nerves from gnawing at my stomach."Will you stop looking out the window, Silas already said they were on the way," Ivy scolded.I had the urge to chew at my fingernails, a habit I acquired after we were discharged from the hospital, but my sister had saved the day with these uncomfortable fake nails. "What's taking them so long? What if he changed his mind?"Karabo scoffed. "Come on, who are you fooling? We all know Sy is head over heels in love with you, and he has been dreaming of this day for months now," she said, strolling into the room with my baby cushioned on her protruding belly. "Now, sit and feed my godson, will you?" I closed the curtain with a sigh and plopped on the bed. Karabo placed a now seven months old Mpilo in my arms, and he wiggled his arms and legs when he saw me, his happy face bringing a smile t
I've always wondered what it was like living life outside religion and family, having the freedom to just be.It was the same story every day, being told what to wear, how to sit, how to speak... it was only a matter of time before they dictated when to breathe.I was in a room full of people, and yet my heart and spirit were not there. It was time for praise and worship, the congregation at large was praying as if competing with the piano man; and I just stood there, not knowing what to say because my dreams were out of reach. We are told to pray to God and speak what is in our hearts, but in the eye of the church, what I wanted was against our belief.What was so bad about wanting to be my own person, to want to see the world and meet different people? What was so wrong about wanting to breathe different air away from this place?My phone vibrated in my purse, and I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to me, but they were all praying.'Meet me outside.'
The smell of cigarettes was overwhelming, I couldn't wear the sweater for longer than a minute. As if reading my mind, he said, "Sorry." I handed the sweater back to him and he put it on, covering his face with the hoodie yet again. "It's okay, thanks for the warm gesture though," I said, and he laughed. I could never get used to that rumbling laughter. "Was that pun intended?" My cheeks warmed up. "Maybe." "I'm Silas, by the way. And you are?" We stopped outside me and Esra's room. "I'm Yvonne." "Well, nice to meet you, Yvonne." He held out his hand, and I stared at him before linking our hands in a handshake. I gasped as a familiar feeling of electricity shot up my arm, and I snatched my hand away. I wanted to ask him if we had met earlier, but I couldn't find the words. We stood there awkwardly, until he cleared his throat. "Well then, goodnight," He said and walked away. "Wait!" I
His hands flew to his face and his face morphed into a horrified expression when he realised he no longer had his shades, and his amber eyes swept across the room in search of his sunglasses. My heart was beating in my throat as I watched him pace around, and all I could think was, his eyes are glowing an almost-red orange. That was not normal. He found them under the towels on the bed and then rushed to the bathroom, coming out with his sweater, and he headed straight for the door. "Silas, wait!" I curled my toes as my feet landed on the cold tiles, and I paddled to the door before he could get there, blocking his way as I stood with my back against the door. "Yvonne, get out of my way," he said in a broken voice, not meeting my eyes even though he had retreated to wearing sunglasses. "Yvonne." There was warning in his voice, and I should probably have listened, but I didn't. "When I saw you wearing glasses earlier, I thought maybe your
I groaned as I tried to get up, my body felt weird. I don't suppose this is a result of a beauty spa. My thighs were paining as if I'd just begun working out after being on hiatus for years, I could barely move. I ran my hands over my skin, and my eyes shot open, prompting me into a sitting position, and I regretted it immediately because it was a bit painful down there. My mind started racing with thoughts, and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. Why was I stark naked? I raised the bed sheet and peeked under just to be sure that this was all a dream. A choked sob escaped my lips and the tears started rolling as I wrapped the sheet around my body and climbed out of bed, my eyes widening in horror at the blood spots on the linen. "No." I shook my head furiously, taking uncoordinated steps backwards. The main door opened and a chirpy Esra walked in. "Hey, sleeping beauty, you are finally awake! You were sleeping like a–"
It is said that non-believers only call upon God’s name when they are in serious trouble. Well, I went to church literally seven days a week, but I doubt He would save me right now, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’ve been a very bad girl in the last twenty-four hours. I've just been in enough situations to know when, or not God chooses to show up and show off. The temperature in the room dropped instantly, and I felt the hair at the back of my neck rise. I felt like I was being watched and I didn’t dare turn around, I reached for my phone and ran for the door, calling Esra as soon as I was out of the house. Not even an hour later, she sped into the compound and got out of the car, pulling me into a hug. “I couldn’t hear you on the phone, you were saying a lot of things at once, are you okay?” She asked worriedly while inspecting my face for any injuries. “What happened?” I didn’t have a single scratch on me, but I was shaken. “I
It's been two weeks since they announced my wedding date, and I was officially getting married in a week. Yes, my wedding was a week from now, and I was going through the hell of looking for a wedding dress with my sister. My mother hasn't been speaking to me since I broke her China set, the only time she said something was when she suggested designing traditional attires for the wedding instead of having a white wedding. And when I turned down her idea, she resumed the silent treatment. I was being forced into this marriage, the least they could do is give me a perfect wedding. We already picked a venue for the reception, the wedding was obviously going to be held at the church. "You are serious about marrying this guy, aren't you?" Ivy asked, while rocking the baby on her chest. "Does it look like I have a choice?" "If I were you, I would have run away." I glared at my sister. "Seriously, Ivy? We both know that if thi
Two lines. I couldn't stop crying and haven't attempted to move from where I was seated on the floor. Two weeks had passed since the entire ordeal at the resort, and since then, I've never even once thought about it. It never happened. That's what I kept telling myself, I pushed it to the back of the closet, never to be opened again. Esra never brought it up, neither did I. It was all a dream, and I guess I convinced myself that was true. But Flo had a completely different story. In case anybody wondered, Flo was an app I used to keep track of my period, and as it was, my period was late by two days. I don't remember much about that night, but I don't remember finding a used condom the following morning either. Why didn't it ever occur to me? How could I be so reckless? My mother was going to kill me. "I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant," I chanted, rocking back and f