LOGINYou are lucky if life grants you a second chance to love. The question remains, will it feel the same again? Even if it does, will things finally work out? Worlds, class and race seem to be Genesis(Rena) and Danlie's (Yoké) greatest obstacle. Love can transcend all that, they say, but what if you have to choose between love and family?
View MoreI stood behind the double glass doors with my hands folded and watched the rain fall. It was right after breakfast. I was still in my pajamas and gown. I mean, why look good when you won’t be going anywhere? I just combed my hair back, didn’t even tie it up or anything. I watched the rain pour and pour. It felt therapeutic, made me feel calmer. I don’t know how long I stood there but when my room door opened, I was brought back to the room. Standing alone, staring out at the rain like some psycho.Probably one of the maids, coming to do my bed or clean the room. I heard her footsteps enter the room and lock the door. The footsteps got closer. Someone wrapped their arms around tightly. It was Yoké. I could feel him and smell him. I smiled as he put the side of his face against mine. We were both now staring out at the balcony.“What are you doing?” He asked me.“Nice view, right?
Monday morning. I woke up just before my alarm rang. I couldn’t wait to get to work, just to see Yoké again. I couldn’t stop smiling as I did my make up: knowing that whether or not I decided to put on make up today, Yoké would still think I’m beautiful. Such a lucky woman, I am. My phone began ringing and I rushed over to get it from the charger, cause I knew that it would be Yoké calling. It wasn’t. It was Nathan. I frowned, my whole mood changing suddenly because he hadn’t even crossed my mind once. Now he was calling me and I didn’t know what to expect.“Nathan?”“Hey, Gen.” I couldn’t tell from he’s voice how upset he worse.“You okay?” I asked, and then bit my lips for asking such a stupid question. You left him stranded at the altar how can he be okay?“Yeah… Question is, are y
I guess instead of playing around in the kitchen with Yoké and making scrambled eggs and tea, we should have been sitting around the coffee table and coming up with a proper story for me. Now I’d have to make up lies on the spot. What if I get caught?My fingers were trembling so bad. I didn’t even have pockets where I could hide them, and I guess folding my arms would send a message that I was hiding something, being secretive. I don’t know how these cops think.The two policemen sat together on the couch opposite me. One of them had a notebook and the other was just sitting there with his hand to his chin observing me. Dad was sitting next to me on the other couch.“Miss Genesis,” The policeman with the notebook began. “I’m sherif Charle and this is sherif Davis. We’ll just ask you a few questions that might help us trace your kidnappers.”Trace my kid
I woke up with a dozen kisses all over my face.“Morning.” I smiled at him, rubbing my eyes.“Good morning.” He smiled back and then pulled me closer to him.“How was it?” He asked me.“How was what?”“Last night…” He looked a little nervous.“I think it might have been the best last night together.”“’Last’?” He looked surprised. “We’re not dying. We’ll still be together, okay? Very soon.”We heard the front door open and footsteps enter. Yoké and I exchanged looks.“Omar is back.” I said. This moment took me back to the village. I remembered thinking that it was Omar but in fact it was Gamu, bringing Francis, Nathan and the pilots to take me away. I fe





