Fire and Ice

Prologue.

              I didn't just love music, i was extremely good at it but i had learnt the hard way that it didn't just take talents or passion to make it in life. I was eighteen when i decided to leave home in search of greeener pastures, i was determined to make it in my music career against all odds and so that fateful sepember morning i had picked up everything i would need, written my parents a goodbye letter and then i had set off. I could still hear my mom's voice as clear as day telling me to let go of my stupid ambitions and my plans of a better life  till i grew older but being the adamant me i didn't heed any of those warnings and i  decided to run away when it looked like no one wanted me to leave. I had planned my departure for months and so when the time came i didn't have any problems. I had enough money to help me leave my town to the city and when i got  to the city i planned on taking some menial jobs till i could afford my own recording in a studio and from there my journey to stardom would begin or so i thought.

              My joy knew no bounds when i got to the city; i had left my town at firstlight and the distance between my town to the city was ten hours and so by noon i was already at my destination. The city was nothing like i had imagined, i had heard stories quite alright but as i stood at the heart of the city i realised that no story did justice to the beauty and life the city radiated. It was amazing and in that second i was glad that i had decided to run away from home, now all that was left was finding a place to sleep and in the morning i would begin my search for a job. I was in luck as i didn't wander far before finding a cheap hotel in one of the busiest places in the city and as if my day couldn't get better their food was good. If there was anything that didn't lack in my upbringing it was the ability to recognise and eat good food and  that was exactly what i had found. I found myself wishing i had run away from home sooner than later.

              The next two weeks passed by in a blur and it was like i was in luck as i had found a job as easily as i had run away it was at a food joint called the shack, and the best part was that i was paid wages rather than a monthly salary, for me that meant saving more and acheiving my dreams faster. My plan was rapidly  becoming reality and each new day i kept on becoming proud of the person i was becoming.  Little did i know that my plans would sink as quicky as it started. It all started when i decided it was time to get into the studio and start making money out of my talents, i had been connected to a studio by one of the 'friends' i  had made in the little time i had spent and she had assured me it was one of the best i could find so i had trusted her decision and gone ahead with it.

             I was shocked when i discovered that the producer was one of the most handsome guys i had seen in my entire life and we had barely started recording  when i discovered that he was flirting with me. The warning bells in my head had gone off telling me to stay clear of him and reminding me of the promise i had made to my mum to stay away from sex until i got married, it was something most people my age would laugh at but it was something i prided in and it wasn't just a promise i had made to my mum, i had also made it to God and myself. Yes i was a christian and a strong one at that, and even though everything i had done was against my own statues, i still held my faith strong as rock but this guy was the first that had flirted with me in a while so i thought flirting back would do no harm or so i had thought.

             And so after a couple of visits to the studio frank the producer and i started dating, it was suppossed to be a clean relationship but then after numerous attempts of sex advances, i finally gave in one night over drinks and that was when the real issues started. Frank started collecting the littlle cash i was making at the shack giving me excuses of wanting to use it to develop and build a life for us and i kept on believing his stupid excuses. What i thought was sweet started to turn sour when i decided to reoncile with God and stop giving him sex and then boom i discovered i was pregnant two months later, and when i told him about it he denied being the father of the baby and told me to have an abortion, i wouldn't hear of it and decided to keep the baby even if it meant taking care of it myself but that wasn't the worse thing that happened to me, the worse was that one day i had come back from work and found out that not just all of my savings were gone but frank had left too but it wasn't without leaving me a note telling me how i had been empty and not worth his time. I had gone to the studio to find him and i had discovered it had all been a sham.

                   Now two years later i was left with a baby and no one wanted to hire me, i had been sleeping in uncompleted buildings but i knew if my baby was to grow up hale and healthy i had to find a home and this meant i had to swallow my shame and pride and go back home. I didn't know if my parents would accept me back but i would beg them to take care of my daughter. I had learnt my lesson and now all that was left was for me to find a way to get back to the one place i had willingly run away from (home).