During the worst time in her life Waridi meets Nikolai and despite all the things that are going wrong, Nikolai becomes the only thing that's going right. But are they really meant to be? Is the difference between them too great?
Are Waridi and Nik...
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It felt odd how I noticed things that I didn't before, like how most of my cousins liked my content on IG. Or how often they seemed to inquire about the past and our untethered link.
Or maybe it wasn't odd. I was never online long enough to notice but I spend all my time now perusing. It's all I can do to keep up with all the things that are being said about me.
"Don't read the comments," Ridley had said. He'd flown here and was currently sight seeing. He'd never been to Denmark before. Which is odd considering how close it is to his home.
I wish I'd listened to him. I did infact read the comments and they are so bad that my cousins flamboyant remarks about the past seem tame.
Remember what a good time we used to have...tumekumiss...mbona unachuna... What good time exactly? All I remember is how I had to beg for them to look after mama when I went to work. How I had to pay them even though I barely earned enough to cover her meds. How I had to block out that entire part of my life because that was the only way I could go on living.
I mean life is good now but there are times when I think back and I wonder how I made it this far. The memories themselves threaten to break me...the things that they did to me and mama - and the things they didn't do even when we were suffering.
Sure, their father was the worst but his children weren't saints either.
So I ignore the DMs and the comments and read all the snark remarks from my so called fans.
It's been five days since my story came out. I am officially a former prostitute. There's some old picture of me going around online and people in my country have never talked about me more. It's like they had no idea I was Tanzanian prior to this.
"You shouldn't stare so hard at your phone." Nikolai says giving me a cup of coffee.
"I asked for hot chocolate."
"I think you could use some caffeine." He eyes my dark cirlces. I look away. He should try sleeping with the kind of knots I have in my stomach. It's like everything is wrong and I can't change a thing. I have never felt like I'd messed up this bad before. Not even when my form four results came out and I'd gotten a division four. Not even when I'd walked out of Mr. Mboma's room. Not even when I was worried my uncle would find and kill me.
Because no one else knew about those things, definitely not the entire planet.
"War, it's fine."
"Yeah, sure Harry." My tone isn't kind but I can't help it if I can't relax as well as he is.
He needs to leave for a meeting soon. Some charity event that he's in charge of, one I was planning to go to but now...we'll see when the day comes. "Are you hungry?"
I take a sip of the coffee. Black. Ew. I glare at him.
"You're definitely hungry." He says "Do you want to go out for breakfast?"
