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A cross the border of love

A cross the border of love

Author: Mpamire
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Chapter 1 Hail Jail

Word Count: 1866    |    Released on: 20/07/2023

s at equal terms. It was here that I met Alex, the convicted minister, Joseph the convicted Bishop, Isaach the convicted Doctor,

s. However, I was quiting it getting back to the free world I had loved to hate. The world full of hate, gr

have created me on his way to lunch. He must have been hungry enough to be in a hurry to get lunc

s to him but all in vain. I finally figured it out that his computers were never channelled to my station. I accepted that I h

roof had started to become a nightmare to me. It had been long since I last noticed a jigger in my foot or any notice of wounds around my feet following soft tissue injuries sustained from the serious

ked out at any time and get back to the god forsaken suburbs where adults sang Christmas Carlos in the middle of the year

h animals --- short of chewing grass, in this

comfortable bed instead of that rock had bed I had known for years, clean bedding instead of rags, ele

ar was a gentle hum of the winds brushing against the twigs of the neatly trimmed eucalyptus trees in the compound. Soft and musical, the wind sounded like a night angel singing a lullaby to the sleeping bosses who lived in those exclusiv

visitor could be at that time of the night. A night thief? I wondered. But the place was well guarded. There was a security guard at the gate, not to forget the constant police patrols which kept undesirable c

. I felt a cold stream and shivers sent down my spine when I realised who the v

y boss, Francis. The rich brute who could happily cut me into pieces an

rge bungalow, big cars and uncountable property. To him I was just part of his discarded proper

tongue or used there native names. They literally knew any thing about other natives who lived in the un priveledged surbabs because they were born and brought up in an exclusively

fear that Ameria might associate herself with those outrageous teenagers wearing funny bell-bottoms and bring shame to the family. As a measure to save her, he st

y drawing his. Ameria, already grown up adult and beautiful and lonely would try to find company of a member of opposit

middle of the night. I hesitated before I could struggle out of the bed to open the door

care lest the clicking of keys might attract unwanted attention. She was standing there, her majestic frame, silhouetted by the b

d as if it was coming from a deep pit. She didn't make any att

' I am sorry if I butted into your affairs,' she said. You didn't butt into anything'. The tension was now beginning to relax a

had suddenly changed her mind or she dreaded her own idea. It was not until we were engulfed in the darkness of the room that I screwed up my courage and sought her hand. She put up a sli

for something to say. She was an elephant and I

on the lights for the fear it might draw attention from the main building. She seemed to

sentence that came in my head. She didn't say anythin

o you think he will react if he

it reminded her of something unpleasan

rly,' I said. ' Don't

father,' she said sternly. If you h

I held her back and str

her with lights on. The special commodity I wasn't supposed to make friends with, let alone touch. Then it occurred to me that she

dinary encounter. But while so much happened that night, I didn't pause to consider how much damage I was causing to myself. It wasn't until much later that I realised the m

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