The two stood in the circle, two dates for one lady, one for her by her and another for her but by her mother, David glared at his competitor and seemingly rated him on equal levels as he. Mary wished the gala could just collapse and bury her with the ruins, or maybe the kitchen cylinders leak and she burns with the steak on the grill, five minutes had passed and the five were silent. “Mother meet my date, Ricky.”, Mary introduced, she questioned herself and made her call based on her feelings which her mother had completely ignored, her relationship wasn’t forged on financial dependency or business-like gains but emotional support and the nametag, spouse. “Pleasure to meet you.”, Ricky greeted reaching his hand out, disgusted by her daughter’s poor choice Elizabeth glared at the date and tucked her hands to her husband leaving the lad clothed in embarrassment. Mary certain her mother was going to make this night a disaster, she reached out her waist and wrapped it around Ricky’s arm

“My first day of the job, I have to make a good impression besides that promotion will not wait for me forever.” she whispered to her mirror self. Her silk hair was well braided the previous day, each well twisted and the shortest brushing her shoulder, some makeup preparation followed for instance powdering her cheeks, lining her eye brows, some lip balm for hygiene and an hour down she was done. She chose her fitting black cotton stretchy blouse presenting her figure well, she preferred letting her hair swinging but at the joint on her head she wrapped her hairband around, to the toe covers and walkers her black flats to match her blouse. Full, by her satisfying breakfast of coffee and overnight doughnuts she grabbed her one hand shoulder folder bag, some final surveys of the room she reached for her keys and hang the bag on her left shoulder and exited. Injecting the key in the key hole her wrist twisted and a locking click followed, some light shoves on the door to confirm she to

The gods are most powerful during the full moon, or so they said the elders of the times before a man in a suit stepped on our lands. During this time couples were fond of being more intimate for their belief that the moon was an eye watching them, an ear hearing their pleas, a heart merciful to grant them their wish. Years passed from when hunting was the source of income till when men tramped the lands in terror with legs made from mortals and a heart that roared louder than the mountain lions, a beast that man controlled with his hands and feet, these days dawned permanently erasing man’s dependance on his legs for transport but the belief of the being behind the moon didn’t. Elsewhere forward in time birth pains were unbearable, the screams echoed as she clutched her maiden’s hand, “Push, I know the pain but push.”, the maiden urged. Her cries were however of two emotions and that endless pain down her belly, she remembered the deal they had after the gender ultra sound, as she s

“She is four months pregnant and the scan reviles she has twins, here have a look.” The doctor muttered excitedly handing the couple the ultrasound results. Its now five months since Salma was engaged to her deal and things were looking good for both parties, her daughters lived in the same house with her, a new house with a good roof, good ceiling, nice garden, a school where they boarded the bus to, so far so good. Months passed and the hump in her belly matured to its ripening, Salma conscious to the signs of childbirth hired a maiden to stay with her in the house, she would cook for her, massage her pregnancy, tell her stories of her experience in her venture till that sharp pain began. “The tea is poisoned.” She would taunt herself; the pain was escalating making her limbs weak and eventually she couldn’t move, her maiden aware of the situation called the couple and alerted them of the expected childbirth and twelve hours later Salma was holding her two beautiful girls. “You kno

“We don’t know where you came from.” The eldest chipped, “She came with you one night and introduced you as our sister. She never talked about your whereabouts just that you were a blessing to our family.” The second sister spoke. “So, none of you know where I came from or who my father was?” Angel asked, all three sisters shook in denial. “It doesn’t matter okay.” The eldest comforted her, “Ever since you came, our lives changed for the better. You saved all of us even mother.” The third confessed. Angel had questioned her existence several times, where was she from, why did she feel a spike of joy though she didn’t feel the need of being so, why she could be pitiful despite no cause of such, she was aware she was of a different father but still why? Only one person could answer this question but unfortunately life was too cruel for Angela and denied her the opportunity. Salma had passed away in a fatal road accident that caused her instant death on the public service bus that tumb