A Flash Of Hope

And there goes the question, “what next?”, but it’s only a question I cannot always answer. If I could give an answer, I would say; “There goes Michael with his beautiful bride, Beatrice Layefa. And then they lived happily ever after”. But this is no story of bliss. This is a story of wounds heaped upon wounds and scars growing on unhealed wounds. The story of how I met a fate so cruel that it began to look beautiful until it dashed my head against a Zuma rock, even death could not save me. And for once, I wish I did listen to my father who once said to stay away from strangers. Maybe if I did, I would not have made any connection that would end up costing me as much as my connection with Michael did.