What if Angels And Demons Walked Among Us?

                John 1:1.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God...

I was walking through a very lovely place. I don't recall this place being familiar or ever having been there. There were trees all around that were surrounded by grey concrete. Infact the trees appeared to be growing from the rocks. The Sun was shining brightly but it was not hurting my eyes or my skin, the heat felt warm and lovely against my skin and as I continued walking I noticed rivers on either side of me as I walked and the rivers too appeared to emerge from the rocks. It was not just the beauty of the place but the feeling you got while there. I felt at peace and like I belonged which was a strange feeling for a place I had never been to and then out of nowhere I found myself falling into one river, the most beautiful of them all with a sky blue colour that was similar to the water of the sea. And I heard a voice saying the river of memory.

There are some things in my past that I would rather keep under lock and key and I knew that the reason I was drowning in the river of memory is because I was fighting against my past, if I just let go I would survive in this river but I did not want to remember. I did not want to go back there, it was too painful for me and just when I thought that it was too late I felt a hand on my wrist. The hand was tugging at my wrist, I could tell that the person on the surface was very powerful because with one hand he was able to pull the whole of me outside the water. When I got out I glanced at the person and it was a man. A very handsome man who was tall and well built but before I could say anything. I left the place.

I woke up with a start panting heavily. It was just a dream, thank goodness I wouldn't describe that dream as a nightmare because I felt at peace I'm not sure what that dream was but it sure was something.

I got out of bed and looked around...where is this...? Where was I...Oh right...I remember, we just moved to a new house. This new place was called North Kalengwa in a small, quiet and peaceful town called Kalulushi where nothing ever happened. Kalulushi is a small town in Zambia, specifically on the Copperbelt province which is the closest neighbour to one of the coolest cities in Zambia called Kitwe. The two towns were so close to each other that people often mistook Kalulushi of being located in Kitwe.

And just like I said earlier, nothing ever happened in Kalulushi, there weren't too many clubs, too many bars, too much drama. The small town was neither extremely developed nor under developed. Although, many people that had visited the town often said that Kalulushi had many beautiful houses, whether large or small which is probably true, if one was interested in settling there after retirement they should gladly do so, if one wished to spend the rest of their time living a quiet life, Kalulushi was the place.

Even though I had said earlier that it was a regular place and some people called it boring, I was not complaining. Everything to me was fun and beautiful. The slightest things would get me excited. So here is how my life is as Laika Phiri. My full first name was Malaika which means 'Angel' in Bemba, I found my name pretty cool and I guess the name pretty much described me, well in my own opinion seeing as I never had many close friends to describe me and had just moved to a new town.

I slid out of my beddings and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked amazing, perfect even. I was short, averagely short though not the tiny person you could fit into a pocket or something cute like that. I was averagely built with a small waist, not too small and wide hips, not too wide but you get it, I am a curvy person. My skin is the first shade of chocolate just slightly lighter than the colour of chocolate so I was a dark skinned goddess. My hair is black and averagely long in length and makes an amazing afro.

After looking at myself in the mirror I looked around in my room. It had sky blue coloured walls, I was excited about that because blue was my favourite colour and I was so glad that my parents painted ir that way especially for me, those are some of the perks of being an only child I had no competition whatsoever. I was 20 years old soon to be twenty one in July and this was only March. There was an open plan wardrobe that housed all of my clothes, did I mention that there were all new clothes? My parents went all out. Moving to a new house completely meant a new beginning, so we made sure to sell or give away all of our old property and any reminders of the past. So you name it, everything at the house was new including my shoes and their clothes and shoes too. We were not drug dealers so we were but running away from the authorities or anything. We moved to Kalulushi specifically because my parents... actually we all needed a quiet and peaceful life away from the big city of Lusaka and just a change of scenery so Kalulushi was the perfect place. Moving away from Lusaka was not so hard because my parents were not very social and neither was I so we did not have many relatives to miss or friends it was sad really but I guess we lived in isolation due to simple reasons as well as complicated reasons.