Cursed - My Name Is Karma

CHAPTER 14

Whispers and screams are what is tormenting me. I think the dark world is conspiring against me. My head is pounding. It’s like I have a migraine plus a hangover. I sigh and get out of bed. It’s 3 am but I can’t sleep. I guess there is no rest for the wicked. I walk to the praying room and mix some portions. I then drink them. I hope they will help with the headache.

I go to the kitchen and warm some milk. I take out ginger biscuits and eat them while downing them with the milk. Suddenly a note appears in front of me. I frown and take it. I read it.

‘Don’t confront the dark world because they will know you are onto them or you are seeking revenge.
- Onikiwe

Wow. Okay. I think the dark world is shitting me right now. First they are tormenting me and now they think I am conspiring against them. Well I gotta thank Onikiwe because if it wasn’t from her, I would’ve confronted the Nyx and would’ve sent a very clear message.

I finish eating my biscuits and go to my meditation room. I sit down on the mat and shut everything out. I breathe in and out. After a while I open my eyes and smile. Now I know what to do. I go to the bedroom and put on my gym gear. I don’t cover my face because I am going to be jogging around the estate. I take bottled water and then go outside.

I start my jogging in a steady pace. After a while I increase the pace. Just as I am about to turn a corner, I hear a whistle. I frown and come to a halt. I turn around to see a human stretching. When he sees my face, his eyes pop out.

Guy: “what the fuck? What the hell happened to your face? Don’t you know dermatologist or plastic surgeons?” I smile and walk to him. He steps back when he sees that I am so close to him. I quickly grab his hand and sink my long nails into his scalp.

Me: “dolor!” he starts screaming immediately. His heart is beating very fast. Blood tears start streaming down his cheeks. “prohibere.” I release his head and step back. “That should teach you some manners.” I turn around and continue with my jogging.

People can be very shitty sometimes. So what if my face is ugly and unbearable to watch? That doesn’t give them the right to diss me or say shitty things to my face. No one chooses to have pimples, blemishes, dark spots, acne or rashes in their face. So fuck them.

I get back to my house and take a shower. After drying and lotioning my body, I wear a simple navy summer dress. While walking down the stairs, I zone off and my subconscious immediately takes me to a spiritual realm. I am shown a woman killing so many young babies, newborns. Every time she kills a baby, she grows powerful. This one time she is shown killing a baby and the mother because the mother caught her stealing the baby.

Voice: “you have to help me.” I turn to see this badly injured spirit or ghost. It looks like the woman who was killed with her baby. “I am not resting in peace. You have to help my family find my body, expose the witch and then I will rest in peace. You are the only one with a power to defeat the evil witch.”

Me: “why me?”
Ghost: “you are the most powerful witch in the world and your power is unlimited. It doesn’t come from sacrificing humans. It’s natural.”
Me: “is this Mama Lana?”

Ghost: “yes.”
Me: “is your baby resting in peace?”
Ghost: “she can never be in peace while her soul is trapped in that woman’s amulet. She is always wearing it, even at night. If she takes it off, she loses her powers and the souls she has sacrificed will start haunting her.”

Me: “what is her weakness?”
Ghost: “young men. She loves ben 10s and she always pay for some to satisfy her needs. She also traded her fertility for riches.”
Me: “she is crazier than I thought. Don’t worry. I will help you.”

Ghost: “thank you so much.” Suddenly my subconscious is sucked back into my body. I fall down the stairs and bump my head in the rail.
Me: “fuck.” I stand up and dust off my dress. Entering and leaving the spiritual realm is always shitty like this.

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Narekele: “our collection inspired by the princess is almost sold out. I mean she was here 3 days ago but her review has done wonders. She is praising Miss Radebe for her great taste in clothing and her ability to be able to dress a person just from judging by their looks. You have got to read her review. Here” she hands me the iPad. I take it and read the review.

‘Why go overseas for something you can find locally? I thought nobody can get my perfect wardrobe just from judging by my looks but I was wrong. Miss Radebe of KN Clothing is what I call a fashion psychic. I love everything she suggested and I ended up buying almost half the store. They have got great clothes and the quality is very good. You can never go wrong with @knclothing.’

Me: “wow. I guess this is good for business.”
Narekele: “she was asking if there is a designer in our boutique who can come up with different wedding dresses for her liking. If so, she would like that designer to come up with at least 6 designs she can choose from because she wants 3 dresses. One for matrimonial, one for reception and one for dancing.”

Me: “can Nyakallo design such?”
Narekele: “I don’t know. I will talk to him.”

Me: “also talk to our other designers. Brief them on the princess’s preferences. They have 2 days to come up with 3 sketches each. See you then.” I stand up and head out. It’s been a while since I sat down and sketched clothes. Maybe this is an opportunity to go back to the game. Just maybe.
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