ZINDAGI

Hi there fellas ,how I've miiiiiiised yoooooou! 😍 I wrote part 1 of this story about a week ago and the response was massive! Thank you so much for coming to read. A special thank you to Ms Ama Pomaa who has truly inspired me and who also remarkably comments every time! 😘 Well, as you know, I couldn't end it last week so I'm here to do that as an early birthday present from me to you! (Tomorrow God willing be my birthday 😝...don't forget to wish me one yeah?) Anyway, this is where we ended last week : Jonathan trembled as he walked and half sprinted to Room 666 "How poetic! " he scoffed as he got there and stretched forth his hands to open the door with a key card he had bribed a receptionist for. "Awurade!"  he half cried and half  screamed. "His mother had been right all along! " I dedicate this week's piece to Maafia ( I'm a little embarrassed 'cause I don't recall your full name)🙇  Happy Birthd...

So guess what?  I wrote a story just for you .I think it might be one of my best works yet but never mind me😋 . It was written for you ,  so you read it and you tell me what you think later yeah?  My twin sister from another mother, Edna wrote a feminist piece which you should totally also check out here .  Ahaaaa, and then kraaa again?... Yes!  I have missed you so much and I long to chat with you so please don't neglect to leave a comment. It will help me know your awesome self is 333😆 The Browns.  "Delalie!.. Delalie?!" Mrs Brown called out for their house help. She was growing impatient by the minute and the fact that Nii, her husband was still not home irritated her astronomically. He was supposed to meet her at Pastor Nsiah's office for their counselling session but he had not turned up. She had waited patiently for him to return even a single of the twenty of her calls he had missed but zilch! "Ah!... Where could this girl be?" ...

Hi there guys, So we've decided to make Illusions twice a week! Yaaaaay!!!😀 As a result, you can totally visit the blog every other Monday and Wednesday to get a dose ya heard ?😉 Now here's where we left off last week : "Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. I don't know what had happened, but I do know one thing. Blood had been there that night. He had been, and Grid was all the motivation he needed to show his face and yet somehow he hadn't. Something had held him back. I knew that for sure. I didn't know what but I was going to find out..." And now, today's chapter! ... CHAPTER 6 - LETTING GO Grid couldn't explain what exactly was happening to her. The past few weeks had taken a nasty toll on her and she hadn't begun to experience the effects until now. She thought she had overcome the  traumatic encounter but she couldn't have been more wrong.  She looked like a ghost now and always had this dist...

**About four years ago ** " Hello... Massa Karim... hello... can you hear me?...damn this network! " Brian stammered into his phone. The torrential downpour drummed on the roof of his Hyundai Elantra as he sat in with all its windows tightly shut. This was to prevent the rain from coming in to drench him. The fact that his car had decided to break down aggravated him very much. "Hello... Ahaaa Massa Karim... It is I... Yes... my car broke down in the middle of the Hilla road... " Brian explained to the party at the other end of the call when he had finally been able to hear him clearly. " ...of course Sir... I'll send someone over ," Massa Karim affirmed avidly. He was almost about to close the autoshop just a while ago when Sandra  entered. The rain had started just a while after Sandra 's arrival. They'd been catching up when the phone had began to ring. " Ayitey!... Armah!... Jojo!..., " he called out like a Soprano...