Eight years later....
"Cassandra!! Mummy is calling you to join the table for dinner!" My elder sister's voice rang out through the whole living room. I could not understand why she would not just knock at my door to inform me civilly but she had to shout like she w
Three months later"Guy, wake up. Classes are over for today. Let's get going." A voice called in a hushed tone to my hearing. If it was not for the urgency that I could feel and the need for hurry telling by the feeling of his palm against my shoulders, I most like
Three weeks laterI was walking on the corridor that led to my class, when I felt something that nearly made me slip. I stopped for a moment and removed a flier that I accidentally stepped on, hence it was stuck beneath my foot.
"Mustafa, what happened between us was a really big mistake on my part. You of all people should understand best, why I made that mistake. Forget it happened please." I beg, frustrated."Forget? Just like that? Do you even care to know how I feel about all of this? Now you are in a relationship with Dan like you d
An unwelcome cackle of laughter seizes the words that were initially meant to proceed from my lips. I could not believe Mustafa was actually doing this."Cheating on me
23/06/2020 ~ Queeneth's history of Blount's DiseaseIsn't it possible, is it a crime?
24/06/2020 ~ Queeneth's history of Blount's Disease. Baby, baby, close your eyes
25/06/2020Maybe someday, one day .
Seven years ago..."Who brought these flowers to my room?" I asked, staring quizzically at my friend, Zoe who had accom
Supriseeeeeeeeeee!!!There is a sequel to The Captive! Don't you just cherish a captivating story that is continual?! I bet you do!
The salacious saga between Cassandra, Mustafa, and Dan has come to an end!! The Captive has come to an intriguing end!!Wow!
One week laterBeing alive right now when I could have just let the ocean consume me a week ago made no significant difference. It only vexed me to see that I was still alive one week later. If it hadn't been for my sister, Yemisi who tracked my location by ways known to her, I really would have left this world to join my Dad a week ago.&
Life I know is not orchestrated to be a bed of roses or an endless series of joy, the longevity of life, success, and desired results. We fail, we die even before our time, we lose people dear to us, we cry and we some times get results that are way below our expectations and the number of efforts we put into it.But by these occurrences do we learn and grow and scale through the maelstrom of life. If no one ever dies, we can never realize the worth of being alive
"Madam, the minister from Somalia has arrived, " my husband's secretary said over the phone in a perplexed voice as soon as I picked his call.
Fifteen months ago"Dan, I'm not doing this any more. It's not worth it and I'm really tired of it. We can't be doing this anymore and I told you to stay away before, " I told the handsome, vile bastard, giving him a deadpan stare.
After the lapse of a long period of time, comprising of unbearable anxiety, ludicrous and sinister tension dominating the atmosphere amongst me, someone who was supposed to be my past, and someone who was supposed to be my future. Whenever we were together, Dan was always trying to suppress his smug grin yet throwing surreptitious glances my way occasionally and death glares at Mustafa every other minute.
The door opens with a bizarre force and I am left with the view of my elder sister, Yemisi who is holding her favorite pistol in hand along with my husband, Mustafa. Tears cascade down his cheeks as our eyes meet. I could tell just how delighted he felt from the depths of his heart to see that I was alive and safe but I was not happy to see him.I wish he never even went through the stress of looking for me because watching him make sacrificial deeds for my sake when I was far from deserving of it made my soul sink deeper than it already was in the chasms of ill feeling which aches me to term as "guilt". I didn't want to feel guilty.I was used to having people feel guilty about the things they did to me. People like my mother for example but looking at him alone did bewildering torture to my gut. It made the arms of shame itself squeeze my throat dry. Mustafa loved me dearly and ethereally but I made him bear the painful, cruel price for ever loving me. He looked out for me genuine
14/08/2020. I wanna be the one to woo you honey,