All Chapters of SOUGHT-AFTER PEACE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

       Rattling past the thorny bushes and sprawled twigs with weeds within, a startled young lady in blue yelped out. She scrambled breathlessly with her chest, heaving like one whose pulse would recede any moment and wave a goodbye to the world afterwards. Her black boots skidded the floor, wracking some plants and buds which were about to bloom; she stamped her feet on the ground as the glimmering sun spluttered its rays on her forehead while it shone and glittered like a gold hidden parcel discovered after decades.            "Oh Jeez!" She mumbled, scuttled more and gasped convulsively. She turned abruptly and averted her eyes to the road, walking down a narrow lane. From all indications, there was no glimpse of who was running after her yet she ran more - cringing with fear  and a headwarmer hoisted on her head. She felt sweat trickle down her knees and under suppression, her ankle give a shrilly creak. S

 Dashing nervously into the hospital's reception, she grimaced with pain - her right hand supporting her waist side. The nurses were sitted behind counters with their glinting uniforms and pen reclining in their chest-pockets in a weary state;  some staring at opened files with diverted attention as they summoned the sitted ones to be patient. Linda Solanke gasped, averting her gaze at the ones on the seat. Aunt Yomola,  a plump but tall woman with face, polished glanced at Linda with her face portraying anger and disbelief. Linda cringed, she had spent up to an hour trying to get into something comfy; her rough drive could have claimed her life and with nerves, she swept past the street and bridge with haste amidst almost being stuck in a traffic congestion and everyone would attest to the fact that it was weary and distasteful to sit behind the wheel for hours.      Linda mumbled a prayer, paving a path for a grin which appeared on her face aft

The sky was flanked by whitish clumps of clouds with little droplets of rainwater emanating from its abode like sifted flour being poured into a large basin and the weary wind ragingly blowing off things at its pleasure. The large, spindly trees around swirled wearily like an old woman with broken boughs bending and dry leaves falling from its branches.Linda Solanke grumbled with distort, sighing at the intrusion of rainfall and the mist veiling her soggy windscreen in scuffle with the car's wiper which was battling with all might. She took a U-turn, her gaze pensively directed on the road. It was quite appalling when her father called at 5 in the morning, she had scrambled breathlessly under the duvet in anticipation of good news. A family meeting was one she never envisioned for she knew how the turn-out will be. With the cranky Bambi Amah Solanke and daredevil daughter, she thought. There would be room

       The cackling noise from chirping birds with pointed beaks leaning on downtrodden boughs overshadowed the rumbling torrent of the flowing sea. A wavering wind whirred, positioning the leaves in diverse places on the sandy floor surface with white pebbles stationed near the seaway. Tall sandcastles stood still, kids yelling with great focus and excitement just as they will if Santa Claus was to arrive on Christ's day. Colourful bikinis greatly occupied everywhere with young ladies marvelling at the sight of the seawaves and husky men showcasing huge shoulders, their boxershorts revealing half of their thigh.        Linda Solanke flinched, girdled by mirth and inestimable joy with her bikini clinging tightly to her body frame with a tanned derm and hat shoving away the beams of light illuminating from the clouds. She silently giggled with garbling glee, running - her legs squibbling with the beachsand as she endeavoured not to dest

Linda heavily sighed, settling down silently the ceramic tray with brown-red cookies already stowed on its flat surface. With her frigid frame and a deceptive smile - lips parting in disgust, Linda observed her gulp down the orange juice hurriedly like a thief hastingly pilfering drinks and quickly gulping down one in a bid to quench his thirst and for his devised schemes not to be nipped. Linda could still hear the pattering sound of rain on rooftops like a truck offloading huge stones being stacked in it. She sat wearingly, her gaze directed apprehensively over the woman's huge gait. A new neighbor, she claim. Mrs Jones said communal living exists here and though there are rich people residing here, people just like you yet pride is missing for we love to correlate and unite; Linda remembered her words and repulsively , she glanced towards the  painting which she bought five years ago from France. When things go sour and she feels deserted, it gave her relief - a soothing one