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The fact that Bianca is an orphan adds an additional layer of complexity to her situation, as she has no immediate family or support network to rely on. Her struggles with her half-sister highlight the difficulties that orphans faces in navigating familial relationships and the potential for exploitation by those who are meant to provide care and protection.

The revelation that a hired assassin was assigned to kill Bianca's best friend adds another level of danger and fear to her story, highlighting the realities of violence and crime that many individuals face in their daily lives. Despite these challenges, however, Bianca's resilience and determination to succeed serve as a powerful message of hope and inspiration to readers.

Overall, the novel offers a stark portrayal of the harsh realities of life, particularly for vulnerable individuals like orphans. It underscores the need for greater compassion and empathy in society, as well as the importance of building a more just and equitable world where all individuals have access to the resources and support they need to succeed.

UNPREDICTABLE: The darkest time of orphans

At the Shoprite, Joe parked his car in the parking lot and turned off the ignition. After removing the key from the car and thrusting it into his pocket, he stared at Bianca. She stared back at him in a rather distorted form.


Bianca was more uncomfortable than at ease as a result of Joe's prolonged stare; she sensed that something wasn't right, but Joe's silence made things worse. She made an attempt to look away from him, but nobody knew where she would turn. She was torn between wondering if her clumsy fashion sense was being praised or mocked. The latter was more persuasive than the former because the clothing she was wearing had been continuously used for more than five years, and there was no longer any question that it would lose its colour and begin to fade.


"Dear," Joe called, storming her out of her thoughts, "I would love for you to stay in the car; let me do the shopping."


"No problem, sir," she responded in a husky tone because of her long self-thought.


"Simply call me JK. Not comfortable with the sir, echoing in my ears. I am not your father."


Joe's final five words nearly gave her a heart attack, making her vibrate. Joe switched back to a calm voice that was almost a whisper after realising that his stern tone had hurt her.


"I'm sorry, Love," he pleaded, "I never had the intention of hurting your feelings."


"Oh! You did not hurt me in any way," she said, brushing a smile across her face.


"You look pretty with your lovely dimples going in whenever you smile…. How I wish I could have a feel of it."


"Thanks, sir...sir...no, JK, I mean," she corrected herself immediately.


"I got you there," he smiled, bringing out his phone and giving it to her. "Enjoy yourself while I go shopping."


He dropped down from the car, put on his sunglasses, blew an imaginary kiss at her, and left for the Shoprite. Bianca kept on staring at him as he walked through the door and watched him vanish into the Shoprite. Thoughts went through her mind: he looks cute, handsome, and attractive. I love him already, not just for his facial appearance but for his elegance; his mode of dressing was superb, taking me back to the days of my late father with his style of dressing. Was I sentimental in my imagination? Obviously, I may or may not, but what I really knew was that I could no longer control my feelings towards him. Probably because I had never been loved again after the demise of my parents. She pondered.


She remembered a phone was given to her to have fun; she took it, stared at it, and smiled. She unlocked it and looked at the apps. She was overwhelmed by the variety of games and images she saw—there were a tonne of them stacked inside the phone—and unsure of what to click and what not to click. She held a strong commitment to protecting people's privacy and property rights. She thought long and hard before deciding to browse the phone's photos. She smiled when she saw Joe's pictures and took her time gazing at them. Engrossed in the pictures, she didn't know when he came back and opened the door of the car.


"Love, I am back," Joe said, pressing his hand on a button located near the steering wheel.


"Welcome," she answered, frightened a little and stared at him.


"I am coming back; let me drop this in the boot," he responded, and he went away carrying the 'Ghana must go' bag into the booth. He dropped it in the boot, and immediately the car bounced up and down like a bouncing castle. Then he went back to the door of the car.


"How was it? I mean staying in the car?" inquired Joe, putting the car key into the ignition and turning the engine on.


"Okay," he said while putting the gear in reverse, then zoomed out of the Shoprite.


Chapter Two