It was a dark cold night, in the corridors of the hospital where everyone was sitting anxiously about what had happened young man they had just brought unconscious.
"Fred, you killed our only son". She sadly said with tears in her eyes sitting on the floor rubbing her hair and her makeup messed up all over her face due to crying.
"If I didn't know I pushed him this far, it's all my fault, sorry ". He replied
She stood up in a rush, took her heels, and pushed Fred away with her hands against his chest and she ran away. Fred tried to stop her by begging but she kept on walking away.
Dismayed, Fred sat down on the flow after throwing away his tie, he unbuttoned his shirt and put his arms across his legs with his Chin on his knees, silently crying. Tears shed all over his shirt, he suddenly felts someone touching his shoulder as in comforting him, he raised his head to see whose hand was that and he saw the doctor standing in from of him expressing sympathy.
"Sir I am so sorry," said the doctor
"It was all my fault, if I didn't push him that far, he would be alive now". He replied.
"What do you mean sir?" The doctor asked with astonishment
"Never mind" he answered changing the tone.
He stood up with the help of the doctor who pulled his arm and helped him to stand up, he took his coat and walked away too.
In the meantime, there was this black woman, tall (1.74m) nicely shaped, slim waist, she was sitting on the bed with her lower parts covered under the duvet, back against the wall, and arms crossing while she was wearing a bandana to cover her nice and black braids, she seems lost in thoughts and her eyes was swollen as if she was crying. In the corridor near her room, she heard people arguing hard and fighting she covered her ears with both of her hands.
"Not again". she murmured covering with a duvet the whole of her whole body, tears shading all over her chicks.
HOW IT ALL STARTED.
His name is Fred Junior KAMANZI, he is the son of an entrepreneur who owns a company that has multiple businesses and his mother is a housewife called Jane UWIMANA.
Well, in most of our African countries it's rare to have your husband's last name when you are married, so when you married a person you remain with your name but sometimes they address you as Mrs. when it's a big occasion and your husband is involved.
One casual beautiful morning Junior joined his family to take his breakfast as was usually the case, it wasn't that of a big family as it was just mother, father and son, and the cousin who lived with them.
As he approached the dining table, he greeted his mother who was serving the breakfast, while pouring the tea to his husband she gave her usual intimidating look to Junior, who grimly greeted his dad.
"So you were waiting for your mother's approval to talk great me?" His dad replied with a Sarcastic tone.
"No dad, I was about to greet you it's just a coincidence that I started greeting mom first" Junior replied
"Whatever" His dad responded.
As they were talking Kisha entered the dining room full of energy as always, smiling tiring her black braids with shells, dancing her little fancy dance. she was wearing her favorite black sports pants with a pink crop jacket with her phone in the right pocket of her pants and white sports shoes, she is 162cm a black beauty. she went towards them, Junior pulled a chair for her to sit on.
"what's up Cousin? Always full of energy, where do you steal it?" Junior asked
"And what's up with your pity face?" She replied moving her hand into the pocket to rich the phone.
"It's obvious don't tell me" She added while smiling and grabbing a loaf of bread.
While happily enjoying the loaf of bread with her favorite latte she looked at her uncle and auntie she didn't greet them because of the short talks with her cousin and tried to do as if she didn't forget to greet them as usual
"What's up auntie and uncle? Hopefully, you slept well" S asked
"Yeah it was a great night" Her auntie replied
"how about your uncle?" She asked looking at his serious face she always taught was funny.
"Kisha don't ask too much, just have your breakfast as quick as possible we are already getting late and it's your first time, we need to make at least a first good impression ". He replied.
Jane and Junior looked at each other as they were confused. "late for what?" They both asked at the same time.
"Late for work" Kisha answered and stand up, holding the loaf of bread and a cup of latte in another hand.
"Which work?" Jane asked putting her elbow on the table with her hands under her chin.
"Well, last night I asked uncle if he can find me any job where in the company, since I've been busy doing nothing and bored here, so he said I will deal with media in his company, please wish me to luck sweet auntie". Kisha replied
"Oh... I see now where the energy is coming from boss lady "Junior added moving closer to her in a little swag dance
"cousin.... let me go to prepare myself up for work" She replied with a shy smiling face
"Oh... I like that sound of Boss lady, we will talk tonight by the way". Junior said in a friendly tone.
"I didn't forget don't worry, I will show up no matter what, is it 8 PM right?" Kisha asked
"Yeah, I will send you the address, don't worry" Junior replied cheerfully.
Kisha quickly finished her latte and the bread, put the mug down on the table, rushed to her room, and prepared herself as fast as possible. In the meantime, Fred got back to his room to grab the materials he casually used at the job, Jane followed him to help him as usual.
"Well, everything is ready lovely hubby, you look as sweet as candy honey," She said while arranging his tie.
"Everything will be ready and fine when your son becomes a man, not a useless singer or whatever stupid thing he is trying to put himself into" He replied in a loud tone sounding like yelling. Jane restricted herself from saying anything and stopped arranging his tie sat on the bed, legs loosened, bent her back, put her elbow on her thighs, and palms covering her forehead.
"Our son is not useless; he is just a bit different from your expectations". Jane replied wiping the tears on her cheeks.
"Yeah, of course, you are taking his side as usual, what else you can do? I mean you both are useless, oh... sorry you are not useless you are worthless like mother like son" He added.
"He is our son Fred; our son we have to support him to become what dreams to be" she shouted to him in a louder tone, tears shading all over her chicks.
Fred saw how sad and hurt his wife was and he decided to walk away and went to work, on his way out of the room he met Junior who seemed to have heard everything they talked about, they looked at each other and Fred said to him "Your existence is me" And continued his way.
Junior rushed to his parent's room and he reached there only to see his mom sitting on the floor crying but as soon as she saw him standing in front of her, she wiped her tears and started to act as if nothing has happened. A moment later Kisha showed up and found them speechless, she tried to make them smile but obviously, no one was in the mood of smiling, she told them that she is heading to the office and that she will try to talk to her uncle.
At the same time in the Gatsata neighborhood, a woman opens her eyes glancing at the wall and roof while waking up, she puts her hand on her mouth as a reflex to cover the yawing, and she puts a hand under the pillow to pick up her phone, to check on the time.
"Shit..." She shouted while leaving the bed in a rush, leaving the duvet laying on the ground, undressing herself heading to the shower hoping that she won't be late.
Her name is Aisha UMURERWA, she is a dark brown, 165cm tall, black natural hair, 24 years old young lady, the stepdaughter of a famous engineer in East Africa and her mother is a businesswoman, her father died when she was just 5 and her mother remarried another man who is called Mark KARANGWA, her stepfather has a son who is 2 years older than her but he went to study a broad in the field of law. Precisely, he went to the UK.
She came back from the shower in a rush, she rapidly dressed up and tied up her hair without even checking in the mirror to see what she looked like, she stepped out of the room only to find out that there was no one in the living room, she called her mom loudly but the maid told her that her parents left like 30 minutes ago.
She looked a little bit in distress, she grabbed the bread that the maid had prepared for her, and rushed down the street saying goodbye to her, putting on her headphones, she entered the bus and a few moments later she reached the place where she was heading. After getting out of the bus she stood up in front of a very tall tower that looked Luxurious and iconic at the same time, it had seven to ten floors perhaps eleven and, it had those shiny glasses on it which made it spectacular for everyone's admiration.
Nervously holding her bag with her hands, with her legs shaking she started looking here and there and finally got the courage to enter after some minutes hesitating, the building was full of people too busy to notice her presence, she went all around the building contemplating the fine architecture of it.
"I think now I can do it," She thought to herself.
"Or maybe should I leave, and be back when I am ready? But no this is the fourth time going back without talking to anyone, maybe today I should try my best?" she kept on thinking.
"Excuse me" She waved to a person who looked at the receptionist, she moved closer trying to reach out to her but people were many moving here and there so she had to run into them.
"Hi" She greeted.
"Hello... how may I help you?" The receptionist asked
"I am here to apply for an internship" She replied
"Okay, please leave your document here I will pass them to HR," She said to her with a friendly look.
She checked in her bag looked where she kept them picked them and told the receptionist "here they are" handing them, receptionist, to her.
The receptionist took the documents and kept them in a file, she asked for her name so she can write a note on the file for her to remember handling it to HR, and she then placed the file in the office organizer.
"Thank you, Aisha, we will get back to you, soon," she told her.
Aisha stepped out of the building heading to her other occupations.
In Kanombe, Junior as usual was in his room at his parents' house, sitting in his favorite chair of the pair in her room playing his guitar playing some vocals when her mom entered his room
"Look at the future king right here," his mom said
"And the all the queens playing around her prince" He added, putting his guitar aside as he was while sitting putting the guitar aside.
His mother came closer to him and grabbed sit. She placed her hands around his shoulder smiling, looked him in eyes, and said " listen my son don't pay attention to your dad ok? It will be hard for him to change his perspective of success, just keep doing what you love, and you will reach where you deserve to be my son, I am your big fan".
Junior kept looking into his mother's eyes smiling. "oh... Dam she is going to cry again..." He thought to himself
He suddenly stood up in front of her and tried to make some jokes and dance to cheer her up. His mother smiled and had some fun with her son and moments after she walked out of the room. Junior's face changed immediately after his mother walked out. it changed from sweet and fun to depressed and his eyes filled with tears.
He took a pillow from his bed, sat on the floor, and started crying, he put the pillow against his mouth to cover the noises of his screams and the loud sounds of his cries. He cried so hard though none could hear him because of the pillow he had put on.
Kisha on the other side was doing good at the company. They handled her the previous journals of the company to keep her up with company status and statistics so that she can know what happened before her arrival, the rumors, and the truth so she can fully be ready for the job of handling the media.
While busy checking the document she was handling in her office, someone walked in, and before she could notice, the cup of coffee got on her table, she glanced at the cup and looked where it came from.
Raising her head from the papers she saw a woman who was wearing a hoodie and Biggy pants with brand sneakers, a brown one with a simple and shy face, she was wearing simple clothes.
"Am sorry ma'am, I knocked and you didn't hear, so I decided to walk in, I hope I didn't scare you?" She said facing the floor probably she was too shy to look at her in the eyes.
"Hey, raise your head," Kisha said
she raised her head, but couldn't face her in the eyes, and kept on looking around.
Kisha smiled and stood up from her chair and walked towards her, she pulled her hand and shook it, "I am Kisha and I am new here, and you?" She asked.
"I am Aisha but they call me coffee girl here" She replied exchanging hands
"Okay, I will be calling you a coffee girl too if it is okay for you" Kisha added
"It's okay ma'am," Aisha said
They talked a little bit, giving her a schedule for the coffee and other staff.
The day went on well, nothing special happened On that day. so everyone was out of the office and Kisha was the only one remaining there, due to her packed day he was working overtime and she need the coffee to keep her accompany.
Kisha walked to the cafeteria, she started to make coffee for herself and while she waiting for it to be ready, she suddenly screamed out loud.
What happened to her? Does she always do that or she just saw something that makes her scared? What would it be?
Watch out next chapter....