\Stella here! Don’t go anywere just luk below:
Looking? Good!”
-D’ girls name is beauty…she’s half Malawian half Jamaican
-Okay…so this is a London story. Made up. Some tings r a little exaggerated but May B I’m writing wat might have happened to someone so…who knows.
- its Not skety skety…but… just a trace I mean…it happens a lot so, I decided to do it. It’s an interesting story that My friend helped me a lot with it…a lot.
- …the start is a bit…dry… co’s its just to show a little bit of her life…but!... it gets better, I promise…oh, and tell friends and to ‘friends’ tell ur friends bout this. enjoy it Enjoy and feed back.
Ps; some might fink bee is too goodie goody, buu’ it’s just her character.
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Beauty’s dictionary:
Zikomo = thank you
Ufiti = black magic
Ma = mum/ mother
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prologue
I sneezed into the tissue and blew my nose. Ma came back in the room, handing me a mixture of strong smelling tea… it stunk and I could smell it even with my blocked nose, it was for colds…apparently. I sighed, knowing I needed it, funny enough but I wasn’t scared of medicine.
I gestured to my new chest drawers; she placed the cup on it and came over to the bed with a sigh. My head began to swirl again…I hate colds!
Ma pulled the two extra bed covers over me, I was still shivering but I felt the warmth creep into my skin.
“zikom- I mean …Thanks ma” my teeth clacked together my nose was blocked and starting to run.
“Keep up the English…Your welcome baby girl” mum sat on the bed and stroked my hair. She smiled down at me.
“I’ve been learning English since three months ago ma” I sighed
“I know baby” she smiled down at me. I sneezed again.
“First day in London and im sick…it’s probably someone doing ufiti- I mean black magic in Malawi” I told mum jokingly.
“Good girl” she dodged my comment and praised me for drinking the medicine.
“I am fifteen” I mumbled
“I found a church…it’s different from the one in Malawi but…you’re still praising the lord” she smiled “I know how much you never miss your services”
“I do not love London ma…not the weather but I cant wait for church” I looked at her, feeling weak.
“You’ll be fine baby.” She felt my head “finish up your medicine …you’ll feel better”
Ma gave me the drink. The smell hit me instantly, but I was taking any chances to feel better. I drank it like water with just six gulps. I shivered as the warm liquid
Warmed my insides.
“We have a new life to start …one day you’ll be telling me you love it here…right! Let us pray then Bed time”
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The Rythm Of Love
Teen Fictionfifteen year old beauty, is an African girl moving to London city in the UK with her single mother . soon she finds herself making friends friends quickly and easily...and has everything in place. But beauty is an innocent child of Gods, who loves g...
