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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

Time crawls by slowly when you are super-duper anxious about something. But noon was inevitable, and soon it was upon me. I began preparations for my august visitor, and I can only hope he shows up because you cannot guess what will happen with catfishes. Trust me. They are flakier than harmattan dandruff.


I took a bath and put on one of my favourite blue jeans that I have not won since my first trimester. It fits me perfectly, so I pair it with a V-neck Pink T-shirt. I tied the end into a knot underneath my bust line to primp up my generous curves. My makeup is very minimal. I combed my brows, powdered my face, adding a little highlight to my cheekbones, and dumped a fair amount of natural pink gloss on my lips.


What can II say? "My lip gloss is cool. My lip gloss is popping."


Looking in the mirror, I gave myself thumbs up for a job well done because I looked like I tried but still natural because I maintained a monotone with my makeup. The key was to look like the person in my profile picture because of those stories about how people look different when you meet them. The catfished must not become the catfish.


By the time I finished, it was already 12:30 pm. Sam woke up and fed again. I changed her diapers and wore her a matching pink dress and shoe.


It was almost 2 pm when I got a text from Samuel notifying me of his arrival at my gate, and my stomach dropped. My calves are tender, and I am almost hyperventilating.


Ok, calm down, Debby. Either he shows up, and it goes wrong, or he turns out to be a friendly person, and things go well. Worst-case scenario, he does not show up at all and is just pulling pranks on me. Either way, it is time to face the music.


I gave myself one last look in the mirror. I sure clean up well. Picking up Sam, I began my walk into an unknown future.


I got to my gate and gave myself some seconds to keep my nerves in check. Even though I do not know whoever I am about to meet, I trust that is not a bad person. Bracing myself for whatever was outside the fence, I unlocked the gate, pushed it open, and stepped out.


I looked to the side and got the wind knocked out of me. Leaning against a Mercedes Benz is the sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure of setting my eyes on. A knowing smile played on his top lip as he pushed his staggering length off the sleek black car he was leaning on and walked towards me with the sun forming a glowing halo around him. We lock eyes and cannot look away. His eyes are mesmerizing.


His high cheekbones, and well-structured face, plump pink lips, and cleanly shaved beards is a work of art. Believe me when I say his picture did not do him justice. He is wearing a grey blazer over a navy blue dress shirt, black pants with white sneakers, and his curls are pulled back in a tight ponytail, with nerdy glasses perched on his nose.


Standing before me with a smirk plastered on his face is none other than Samuel.


Chapter 10