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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 01/18/2016
HEART BEAT OF PAIN
1
Sam fumbled his way through snow shivering. Clad in a heavy puffy leather coat, thick trousers and a heavy boot with puffy gloves, he couldn’t resist shivering till his jaws felt like they couldn't hold much longer. He had imagined England to be terribly cold and he was pretty sure he prepared for it but now it seems he has underestimated the weather and was paying the price. But it is worth it after all. In his own conscience he condemned himself to anything he can consider punishment. Punishment for making the wrong decision. Punishment to remind him not to make the same mistake twice. After all, second chances come not with ease!
Five years of marriage to the love of his life, Jane. They had a wonderful daughter, Zoe, and he owned a budding I.T. business, not a popular one but it earned him enough to make his family a happy one. Well, at least he thought so... until the love of his life spat in his face and said how terrible the family looked with him bragging about how his I.T. shop is progressing, which really only generated five percent of everything they lived on. So technically, she has been doing all the man's work for the family and she can’t take it no more. But did she forget? He was the reason she is a cashier. In fact, he took care of her through her education and that cost him the opportunity of his own PHD in computer science and also the great love of his family, who had talked against his decision to marry Jane, since she was a prostitute he met from the roadside. Yes, she was a prostitute, but Sam saw something else. Inside he saw a young and beautiful, lonely, poor girl, hardened by poverty to turn to prostitution, and he could change that.
Now his whole life is wrecked because of her. She left him to marry his best friend, Slay, who is also the manager of trust bank, same bank Jane works for. In fact, Sam pulled every string for Jane before trust bank granted her the job, due to the fact that he had connections. Now she turned against him, leaving their three years old daughter, to marry someone else. how can she be so heartless? She will leave a five year old marriage for money? Not even regarding their daughter? Well she did regard their daughter, only that Sam cannot live with the idea that his best friend is banging his wife, or ex-wife, and also playing the "daddy" role to his daughter. What does that make him? A total coward, a loser! He wanted his daughter to see him as the father she wanted so he had taken unto himself the responsibility of bringing her up, though she was only three and a girl.
Now things seemed to be out of hand. The eyes that smiled with him in sympathy, he knew, were the eyes that claimed "we said it!" at his back. He was now the laughing stock. The one they point fingers at. It took him nearly nine months to overcome the shock and pain, but he knew his life can never be the same as it used to be. So when a friend who works at the U.K. embassy gave him a hint on getting to England less costly he would do anything to get the chance of starting a new life, a second chance. In fact travelling abroad wasn’t a thing he had planned to do. He always thought they that traveled overseas knew not what they were doing, considering Africa to be the mother of all resources. And or, if he'd plan on going abroad Sunderland wouldn’t be his first choice. California maybe, or New York, but Sunderland, a small city that can freeze you to death in winter! Now here he was, a refugee, a beginner on a strange cold land.
Sunderland isn’t that bad after all, he thought. He had been here for a year and three months but he is already making a really nice living. Great apartment. Great job. He was told most beginners did crappy jobs for years before they could get better ones, but he had only gone the first two months of his arrival without a proper job, where he lived on minor jobs. During this time he lodged with his contact, Ike, a Nigerian, but he was very kind to him considering they were both Africans. He treated him like a brother, helped him with green card and other stuff and also helped him with his job. Then he got his own apartment at Lucas heights. until recently the place had been creeping with fraud Africans so that he had to move out before he got deported for the wrong reason. With his knowledge in I.T. he had a good job in no time, something a beginner was deprived of. Luck seemed to smile in his face.
He sold everything he could that belonged to him to make his journey to the U.K. Now that things seems to go his way, it is time to start rebuilding. His plan was to rebuild i-com services, his I.T. business, but this time in a more advanced way, now that he can afford it. As an engineer for AGN, a network for the U.K government, he was getting all the necessary experience in building i-com in a less costly but advanced way. And also build a great and better future for Zoe. So he employed every bit of seriousness and determination left in him to bring his dream to pass.
He had left Zoe in the care of his mother, the only person who gave him comfort in his time of crisis. And despite his going against everybody's critique in making the decision that brought his downfall, his mother was there to assure him there was always a bright side to every darkness. His upper most dream is to enlighten the darkness grooving his life. Relationships and marriage were his past life.
He pushed through the thick cold evening, shivering vehemently in his shell. His nose wet and hot. He can’t wait to get to his apartment, make himself some coffee then feel the warmth of his bed. Around the corner he bumped into someone, or rather, someone bumped into him, spilling coffee over him. They both gasped.
"Oh no... Am so sorry" she apologized.
He didn’t reply but concentrated on cleaning the stains of coffee on him.
"Did I burn you?" she inquired in a shaky voice.
"No. I am ok." he said without enthusiasm and looked up at her. She’s black.
"Oh... this is my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going"
"It’s alright. I’m fine... it just got to my coat. No injury"
She gave a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Am having a hell of a day and the last thing I want to do is send somebody to the hospital" she giggled. "Am Mazuku." She extended her hand in greetings.
Taking it he replied "Sam"
"Well, nice to meet you Sam" still holding his hand she added "or maybe not too nice considering I nearly burned you with my coffee" she laughed.
He cracked a dry smile and drew back his hands.
"So... do you live here?" she asked.
"Yes. Apt 33" Sam replied.
"Am in apt 32. You are my new neighbor, huh? Alright, welcome neighbor. Am from South Africa"
"Ghana"
"Wow that’s great 'cause my best friend is a Ghanaian and she lives not far from here. I think she'll be glad to meet you"
Sam made a face.
"Yeah. I guess she will. Um... I got to go ok. See you later" and he hurried off.
She watched him enter the elevator, made a face and shrugged. Something seemed off about him. That wasn’t the usual way for black people to meet. The wows and cheers and stuff. He seemed to miss it all. He seemed reserved and impersonal, not the friendly type.
*************************************************************
Mazuku and Anna sat at a booth at MacDonald’s. Anna was busy with her iPad while Mazuku fumbled for something in her hand bag, right after telling Anna about Sam.
“From what you are telling me, seems like the guy is a total jerk” Anna exclaimed still deep in her business with the iPad.
Mazuku found what she was looking for, a mirror. She checked herself for the fifth time, adjusted some stray hair and added another touch to her make up.
“I didn’t say he is a jerk.” She said still busy with her make up. “He only seems like off”
“Ok. Define off”
“The reserved type. Looks like there is a hole inside of him. A deep hole. I think he needs help”
“Nobody needs help Maz…” Anna looked up to find Mazuku deep in her mirror job. She made a face. “What are you doing?” she asked
“What?” Mazuku inquired with her hands open in a confused way, make up foam in one hand, mirror in the other.
“You’ve changed your make up for the fifth time or more”
“I have a date with Keith, remember?”
“Yeah I remember. And I’ll also remember to give it a good laugh when you turn out like a doll before him and ruin the date”
Mazuku sighed. “I don’t know. I just want to look good for him. I think I messed up the last time we met. I thought he was having an affair with this girl he works with and I might have said something terrible to hurt his feelings. I want to look good for him if we are going to make up”
“So stressing yourself and painting yourself into a cartoon is going to make you look good for him? See this is why I hate relationships…so stressful." Anna sighed "You look good Maz. Even a blind guy can see that and if Keith can’t see that, he is a dick”
Mazuku laughed. This is what makes Anna special. She knows what to say to cheer you up when you are down. Except she never wants to be cheered up. Never accepts any guy she hooks her up with. No dates or having fun except seriousness to work and books.
“You know Ann, I think you should check Sam out. He seems nice inside except it looks like something is bothering him and you can help him out. After all you guys are Ghanaians”
Anna dropped the iPad with a stern look.
“Ok. So nobody is checking anybody out, nobody needs help and the fact that we are both Ghanaians is a total coincidence. If he needs help he can call 911”
Mazuku giggled. “Am just saying though. Who knows…?”
“Besides apt 33 is always occupied by a dick. Remember that Nigerian guy? Ambata?” Anna inquired.
“Labata” Mazuku corrected her.
“Whatever. Officially, guy was a douche-bag and his deportation brought another non talking time bomb to fill up”
Mazuku laughed out. “Don’t jump to conclusion. He’s only been there less than a month. He only doesn’t seem like the sociable type, I don’t think he is a bad guy”
Mazuku’s phone started to ring. She checked it on impulse. “It’s Keith” she whispered. She answered.
“Hey Keith… yeah… ok. Bye” turning to Anna she added with a high spirit. “He’s ready. I have to go”
“Go get him girl”
“Thanks besttie” they hugged and Mazuku hurried away.
How can women let themselves be played by men? Anna wondered as she made her way home. Mazuku and Keith’s relationship surprised her much. Especially Mazuku’s commitment to keeping that relationship. She will give up everything for Keith. They have been dating for eight months now and when anything went wrong Mazuku would take the blame even if it was not her fault and Anna couldn’t really understand. She wouldn’t let any man treat her like trash. That’s why she had focus on her education so that she will be independent. If you don’t depend on them they can’t control you. Independence is power, that is her policy.
Her past love story is a disaster. Her relationship with Steve was terrible, one that leaves scars on the brain and in the heart. They met during college, those were the times life was a living hell for Anna and Steve was her helping gear. Truth is, she didn’t really fall for Steve because he was the rich guy on campus, but because he was the sweet, kind, gentle man she dreamed of. She lost her virginity to him in pure heart, thinking Steve was the man to be. So that fateful morning Steve sent her a text message telling her he can’t go on with her anymore, she was broken into pieces. She couldn’t see what she did wrong to deserve such a ditch and Steve had failed to attach explanations and he wouldn’t answer her calls, but what was worse is, when she had mustered enough courage to face him in request of what was happening… he said, “It’s nothing. I just don’t think you are the girl for me that’s all.”
And that’s all he said. Anna cried to break her heart for a very long time until she could overcome the pain. She thought she became a burden for him and he couldn’t take it.
That’s why when she met Sarpong she only provided her heart and body that he might accept her just the way she is, but maybe that was also a terrible idea. He took her for a cheap girl and did with her as he pleased, then dumped her.
She couldn’t understand guys these days. They are all the same. They will compliment your beauty but only to get you in bed and your beauty becomes a garbage can to them. That is why she concentrated on her education. Now all that is left is to build a great foundation for herself then wait for Mr. Right to show up, but if he doesn’t, well she can live with that. Except her mother and sister have been banging he ears with marriage and family. But she was only twenty five, why should she rush into marriage? She still had time. The world of men and their cruelty can wait forever.
Heart Beat Of Pain(Young Papz)
HEART BEAT OF PAIN
1
Sam fumbled his way through snow shivering. Clad in a heavy puffy leather coat, thick trousers and a heavy boot with puffy gloves, he couldn’t resist shivering till his jaws felt like they couldn't hold much longer. He had imagined England to be terribly cold and he was pretty sure he prepared for it but now it seems he has underestimated the weather and was paying the price. But it is worth it after all. In his own conscience he condemned himself to anything he can consider punishment. Punishment for making the wrong decision. Punishment to remind him not to make the same mistake twice. After all, second chances come not with ease!
Five years of marriage to the love of his life, Jane. They had a wonderful daughter, Zoe, and he owned a budding I.T. business, not a popular one but it earned him enough to make his family a happy one. Well, at least he thought so... until the love of his life spat in his face and said how terrible the family looked with him bragging about how his I.T. shop is progressing, which really only generated five percent of everything they lived on. So technically, she has been doing all the man's work for the family and she can’t take it no more. But did she forget? He was the reason she is a cashier. In fact, he took care of her through her education and that cost him the opportunity of his own PHD in computer science and also the great love of his family, who had talked against his decision to marry Jane, since she was a prostitute he met from the roadside. Yes, she was a prostitute, but Sam saw something else. Inside he saw a young and beautiful, lonely, poor girl, hardened by poverty to turn to prostitution, and he could change that.
Now his whole life is wrecked because of her. She left him to marry his best friend, Slay, who is also the manager of trust bank, same bank Jane works for. In fact, Sam pulled every string for Jane before trust bank granted her the job, due to the fact that he had connections. Now she turned against him, leaving their three years old daughter, to marry someone else. how can she be so heartless? She will leave a five year old marriage for money? Not even regarding their daughter? Well she did regard their daughter, only that Sam cannot live with the idea that his best friend is banging his wife, or ex-wife, and also playing the "daddy" role to his daughter. What does that make him? A total coward, a loser! He wanted his daughter to see him as the father she wanted so he had taken unto himself the responsibility of bringing her up, though she was only three and a girl.
Now things seemed to be out of hand. The eyes that smiled with him in sympathy, he knew, were the eyes that claimed "we said it!" at his back. He was now the laughing stock. The one they point fingers at. It took him nearly nine months to overcome the shock and pain, but he knew his life can never be the same as it used to be. So when a friend who works at the U.K. embassy gave him a hint on getting to England less costly he would do anything to get the chance of starting a new life, a second chance. In fact travelling abroad wasn’t a thing he had planned to do. He always thought they that traveled overseas knew not what they were doing, considering Africa to be the mother of all resources. And or, if he'd plan on going abroad Sunderland wouldn’t be his first choice. California maybe, or New York, but Sunderland, a small city that can freeze you to death in winter! Now here he was, a refugee, a beginner on a strange cold land.
Sunderland isn’t that bad after all, he thought. He had been here for a year and three months but he is already making a really nice living. Great apartment. Great job. He was told most beginners did crappy jobs for years before they could get better ones, but he had only gone the first two months of his arrival without a proper job, where he lived on minor jobs. During this time he lodged with his contact, Ike, a Nigerian, but he was very kind to him considering they were both Africans. He treated him like a brother, helped him with green card and other stuff and also helped him with his job. Then he got his own apartment at Lucas heights. until recently the place had been creeping with fraud Africans so that he had to move out before he got deported for the wrong reason. With his knowledge in I.T. he had a good job in no time, something a beginner was deprived of. Luck seemed to smile in his face.
He sold everything he could that belonged to him to make his journey to the U.K. Now that things seems to go his way, it is time to start rebuilding. His plan was to rebuild i-com services, his I.T. business, but this time in a more advanced way, now that he can afford it. As an engineer for AGN, a network for the U.K government, he was getting all the necessary experience in building i-com in a less costly but advanced way. And also build a great and better future for Zoe. So he employed every bit of seriousness and determination left in him to bring his dream to pass.
He had left Zoe in the care of his mother, the only person who gave him comfort in his time of crisis. And despite his going against everybody's critique in making the decision that brought his downfall, his mother was there to assure him there was always a bright side to every darkness. His upper most dream is to enlighten the darkness grooving his life. Relationships and marriage were his past life.
He pushed through the thick cold evening, shivering vehemently in his shell. His nose wet and hot. He can’t wait to get to his apartment, make himself some coffee then feel the warmth of his bed. Around the corner he bumped into someone, or rather, someone bumped into him, spilling coffee over him. They both gasped.
"Oh no... Am so sorry" she apologized.
He didn’t reply but concentrated on cleaning the stains of coffee on him.
"Did I burn you?" she inquired in a shaky voice.
"No. I am ok." he said without enthusiasm and looked up at her. She’s black.
"Oh... this is my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going"
"It’s alright. I’m fine... it just got to my coat. No injury"
She gave a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Am having a hell of a day and the last thing I want to do is send somebody to the hospital" she giggled. "Am Mazuku." She extended her hand in greetings.
Taking it he replied "Sam"
"Well, nice to meet you Sam" still holding his hand she added "or maybe not too nice considering I nearly burned you with my coffee" she laughed.
He cracked a dry smile and drew back his hands.
"So... do you live here?" she asked.
"Yes. Apt 33" Sam replied.
"Am in apt 32. You are my new neighbor, huh? Alright, welcome neighbor. Am from South Africa"
"Ghana"
"Wow that’s great 'cause my best friend is a Ghanaian and she lives not far from here. I think she'll be glad to meet you"
Sam made a face.
"Yeah. I guess she will. Um... I got to go ok. See you later" and he hurried off.
She watched him enter the elevator, made a face and shrugged. Something seemed off about him. That wasn’t the usual way for black people to meet. The wows and cheers and stuff. He seemed to miss it all. He seemed reserved and impersonal, not the friendly type.
*************************************************************
Mazuku and Anna sat at a booth at MacDonald’s. Anna was busy with her iPad while Mazuku fumbled for something in her hand bag, right after telling Anna about Sam.
“From what you are telling me, seems like the guy is a total jerk” Anna exclaimed still deep in her business with the iPad.
Mazuku found what she was looking for, a mirror. She checked herself for the fifth time, adjusted some stray hair and added another touch to her make up.
“I didn’t say he is a jerk.” She said still busy with her make up. “He only seems like off”
“Ok. Define off”
“The reserved type. Looks like there is a hole inside of him. A deep hole. I think he needs help”
“Nobody needs help Maz…” Anna looked up to find Mazuku deep in her mirror job. She made a face. “What are you doing?” she asked
“What?” Mazuku inquired with her hands open in a confused way, make up foam in one hand, mirror in the other.
“You’ve changed your make up for the fifth time or more”
“I have a date with Keith, remember?”
“Yeah I remember. And I’ll also remember to give it a good laugh when you turn out like a doll before him and ruin the date”
Mazuku sighed. “I don’t know. I just want to look good for him. I think I messed up the last time we met. I thought he was having an affair with this girl he works with and I might have said something terrible to hurt his feelings. I want to look good for him if we are going to make up”
“So stressing yourself and painting yourself into a cartoon is going to make you look good for him? See this is why I hate relationships…so stressful." Anna sighed "You look good Maz. Even a blind guy can see that and if Keith can’t see that, he is a dick”
Mazuku laughed. This is what makes Anna special. She knows what to say to cheer you up when you are down. Except she never wants to be cheered up. Never accepts any guy she hooks her up with. No dates or having fun except seriousness to work and books.
“You know Ann, I think you should check Sam out. He seems nice inside except it looks like something is bothering him and you can help him out. After all you guys are Ghanaians”
Anna dropped the iPad with a stern look.
“Ok. So nobody is checking anybody out, nobody needs help and the fact that we are both Ghanaians is a total coincidence. If he needs help he can call 911”
Mazuku giggled. “Am just saying though. Who knows…?”
“Besides apt 33 is always occupied by a dick. Remember that Nigerian guy? Ambata?” Anna inquired.
“Labata” Mazuku corrected her.
“Whatever. Officially, guy was a douche-bag and his deportation brought another non talking time bomb to fill up”
Mazuku laughed out. “Don’t jump to conclusion. He’s only been there less than a month. He only doesn’t seem like the sociable type, I don’t think he is a bad guy”
Mazuku’s phone started to ring. She checked it on impulse. “It’s Keith” she whispered. She answered.
“Hey Keith… yeah… ok. Bye” turning to Anna she added with a high spirit. “He’s ready. I have to go”
“Go get him girl”
“Thanks besttie” they hugged and Mazuku hurried away.
How can women let themselves be played by men? Anna wondered as she made her way home. Mazuku and Keith’s relationship surprised her much. Especially Mazuku’s commitment to keeping that relationship. She will give up everything for Keith. They have been dating for eight months now and when anything went wrong Mazuku would take the blame even if it was not her fault and Anna couldn’t really understand. She wouldn’t let any man treat her like trash. That’s why she had focus on her education so that she will be independent. If you don’t depend on them they can’t control you. Independence is power, that is her policy.
Her past love story is a disaster. Her relationship with Steve was terrible, one that leaves scars on the brain and in the heart. They met during college, those were the times life was a living hell for Anna and Steve was her helping gear. Truth is, she didn’t really fall for Steve because he was the rich guy on campus, but because he was the sweet, kind, gentle man she dreamed of. She lost her virginity to him in pure heart, thinking Steve was the man to be. So that fateful morning Steve sent her a text message telling her he can’t go on with her anymore, she was broken into pieces. She couldn’t see what she did wrong to deserve such a ditch and Steve had failed to attach explanations and he wouldn’t answer her calls, but what was worse is, when she had mustered enough courage to face him in request of what was happening… he said, “It’s nothing. I just don’t think you are the girl for me that’s all.”
And that’s all he said. Anna cried to break her heart for a very long time until she could overcome the pain. She thought she became a burden for him and he couldn’t take it.
That’s why when she met Sarpong she only provided her heart and body that he might accept her just the way she is, but maybe that was also a terrible idea. He took her for a cheap girl and did with her as he pleased, then dumped her.
She couldn’t understand guys these days. They are all the same. They will compliment your beauty but only to get you in bed and your beauty becomes a garbage can to them. That is why she concentrated on her education. Now all that is left is to build a great foundation for herself then wait for Mr. Right to show up, but if he doesn’t, well she can live with that. Except her mother and sister have been banging he ears with marriage and family. But she was only twenty five, why should she rush into marriage? She still had time. The world of men and their cruelty can wait forever.
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