Rwenzori

synopsis:

"When Hoon's grandmother rescues a pregnant woman from human traffickers, she unwittingly sets in motion a chain of events that will change their lives forever. The woman, Masika's mother, gives birth to a baby girl with striking features - radiant skin, piercing green eyes, and luscious Afro hair - before succumbing to her ordeal.

Years later, Masika grows up under Hoon's care, and as they grow closer, their bond blossoms into romance. But as they navigate their feelings for each other, secrets about Masika's past begin to surface, threatening to upend their love and their lives. Will Hoon and Masika overcome the obstacles in their path and find happiness together?"

Beneath The Glitter

Nzanzu's eyes never left the window, her mind fixed on the village in the distance. She knew it was a long shot, but it was all she had to cling to. As she gazed out at the forest, she felt a sense of despair wash over her.

She was trapped, with no way out. Two traffickers had been left to guard her, their cold, hard eyes watching her every move. Nzanzu knew that she couldn't escape, not yet. But she couldn't stop thinking about her fate, and the people she had left behind.

Her mind began to wander, drifting back to her childhood. She thought about her late mother, who had worked so hard to provide for her and her brother. She thought about her father, who had left them when they were young.

Nzanzu's thoughts turned bitter as she thought about her father. Why had he left them? Why had he abandoned his family? She felt a surge of anger and resentment towards him, blaming him for the hardships they had faced.

"If only he had stayed," she thought to herself. "If only he had provided for us, maybe my mother would still be alive. Maybe I wouldn't be here, trapped and alone."

Nzanzu's eyes filled with tears as she thought about her family. She felt so far away from them, so disconnected. She wondered if she would ever see them again, or if she would be trapped in this nightmare forever...

As the months dragged on, Nzanzu's pregnancy became more and more apparent. Her frail body, already weakened by malnutrition and lack of medical care, struggled to cope with the demands of carrying a growing fetus.

Despite her best efforts to hide it, Nzanzu's belly began to swell, a visible reminder of the trauma she had endured. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering.

The traffickers seemed to take pleasure in her misery, taunting her and mocking her as she cried day and night. They gave her barely enough food to survive, and the little she got was often spoiled and rotten.

Nzanzu's health began to deteriorate rapidly. She suffered from constant fatigue, dizzy spells, and crippling stomach pains. Her skin was pale and clammy, her eyes sunken and lifeless.

But despite her physical weakness, Nzanzu's spirit remained unbroken. She held on to the hope that one day, she would be free. She would escape from this living hell and find her way back to her family.

As she lay on the cold, damp floor of the container, Nzanzu wrapped her arms around her belly, protecting the tiny life growing inside her. She whispered softly to her unborn child, promising to do everything in her power to keep them safe...

Chapter 6