mariadora_okwori

FATE…
Your fate may be unfortunate, but you cannot escape it. You often meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it.
RUNNING…
Can she run away from this storm headed her way?
DEBBY is a single mother hiding in a small town to run away from her past, but she remained trapped in her dreams. A man always lays with her in her dreams, but she forgets his face whenever she wakes up. This man is possessive. No relationship in the actual world works for her because of her commitment to him. Lonely in a strange place, she longs for a lasting relationship. A shaman advised her to break it off with her spirit husband. On that night, after she broke it off with the man in her dream, she began anew by visiting a dating app in search of companionship. Little did she know that the moment she clicked like on a sketchy profile, that her life was about to change forever.
SEARCHING...
When he finds what he is searching for, will he survive it?
SAMUEL is a handsome young man who has it all but happiness. His commitment to a faceless bride is his only escape from the demons tormenting his life. But one night, she broke things off with him. Devastated and unable to face his reality, he runs to the internet in search of distraction. His encounter with a single mother not only swept his life into a whirlwind he never saw coming.

The Sky is Not Blue

Here I am, biting my nails and waiting by the phone for Mr. catfish to get off his high horse and give me a damn call. I am pathetic.


Yes, I know he is a catfish, but he is the only external conversation I have had in a while, so it is both scary and intriguing.


There is no going back now. I am officially desperate enough to befriend a catfish. Wow, this is a new low even for me.


Sam woke up an hour later, and I am currently belting out I will always love you by Whitney Houston for her listening pleasure. I am a pretty decent singer and could have been a musician if I wanted to, but homegirl likes fashion design so, that is what I do. Sam is the only one I get to bless with my voice, and she is a worthy audience.


I was belting the climax when my phone rang. An unknown number displayed on the screen, and my fingers swiped before I could even think about receiving it. Who picks on the first ring?


"Hey, hypocrite." A burst of rich laughter roared out at the other end of the call.


"It looks like you waited for my call since you picked up on the first ring and knew who was calling."


I had a killer comeback, but it got lost somewhere in the sound of his voice that is uniquely raspy and airy. It cracks a little when it gathers volume and he has a fake British accent going for him that is getting on my damn nerves.


I need to shut it down if the conversation is to go any further.


"Ok… so I know that is not your authentic voice or accent, so please stop."


"Same as the sexy tone you have going on. How do I know if this sweet, dewy voice I hear is yours? You could have stolen it from a songbird."


"Oh, shut it. I do not believe you are the person on your profile photo for one bit. Drop the fake accent and come clean. Say the truth and the truth shall set you free fishy."


"Oh, she has a mountain of trust issues. Tell me… Did someone steal your candy right from your mouth when you were a little girl?"


"No, I just don't believe in things that aren't real. Like unicorns, Kardashian black genes, Santa Claus, world peace, and perfect Samuel Harrison."


"I hope to meet you someday and clear your doubt, you doubting Thomas."


"That would be nice, Mr. catfish… that is, if you can swim your way out of the water before you find yourself in someone's sushi plate." 


He burst into laughter, and it took him a while to get a hold of himself.


"You are hilarious, Deby. You are like a medicine for laughter. I cannot wait to hear what you will say when you find out that I am real."


"We do not have to wait. We can switch to face time right now."


"Nah. That takes the fun out of it. I will get the chance to prove you wrong. What would you do if I turn out to be the one on my profile photo?"


"I will chew my jean jacket raw if you turn out exactly like that photograph."


"Get ready to chew your jean jacket then."


"I am not worried because I am right. My instincts are never wrong."


My baby started crying, and I sighed as I picked her up from her crib and sat up.


"What was that? Is that a baby crying around you at this time of the night?" He asked.


Chapter 5