Who is Sizakele? Grab your scone, I'll bring the tea.

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Imagine you have a beautiful talent. To you, it's not just a talent, it is way of healing. You enjoy doing it so much and it's only a bonus that other people are mesmerized when you are in action. Then. Your father discovers this and beats you black and blue to stop. You have no choice. Your father has been present, wonderful yet stern in raising you therefore you will obey at all costs. You drop your talent immediately. 


You are celebrated in a prestigious event with your family and friends welcoming you into womanhood. Your family is proud. You are happy. You're 21 and ready to live life. You wake up the next day and find you have... visitors. These aren't just any visitors. These are your in-laws. Oh. Your father... arranged you to be married. 


This is not the plan you had for your life but you adjust. You obey. You end falling deeply for this man who is now your husband and you know what? He makes it so easy. He showers you with affection, luxury gifts, vacations in dream places. How could you not fall in love? You live so softly, you are isolated from the rest of civilization. You fall pregnant. Your loving husband adores the idea of being a father and oh my... life could not get better, can it? 


Then you give birth. 


Your family is the first to see your baby because your loving husband is on a business trip that takes a whole month. Your family disowns you on the spot. "How dare you?" They spit. "Get rid of that thing!" They demand. This thing is your beautiful baby girl. You are not willing or even considering their nasty requests. Your loving husband comes home finally. He looks at the baby you both made out of love, so eager to have and turns to rage. He accuses you of cheating. He threatens you and her. Then he throws you out. You have to fend for yourself in the streets with your 1 month old baby. You have not a cent to your name let alone a diaper to change her or a blanket to cover her. The saying goes; When it rains it pours.



This is the story of Sizakele. The title of the book is Wildest Dream. It is an ongoing story on Facebook on the page linked below. Please do check it out. Remember to comment, share with your friends as well and let's explore Sizakele's journey together. You'll find my comments already there. 


Facebook page: Once Upon A Book

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61567262733374&mibextid=ZbWKwL 




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