Meet Celest Lia, a regular-degular teen with a heart full of hope and promise. She portrays a peaceful character, free from drama and stress, until the day she cross paths with her wildest dream.
Then there's Kevaun Wright, the exotic Don from Spani...
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Few hours before—
Is this some sort of joke? Because a cyaa wah mi hear just now mum seh to mi ..
"A joke yah mek?" I turn to face her, taking a step forward, tightening my grip on the keys in my hand.
"Kev just please sit down and let me explain,"-
Wah the fuck this?
The man weh mi did call mi fada .. a really nuh mi pops? "Wah the fuck yah seh to mi mum!? Mi been a live wid a fucking stranger? Smaddy weh grow mi and teach mi things nuh mi fada? The man who I loved isn't my father?? The man that I killed ... !?"
"Kevaun just please calm down and le-"
A loud chuckle leave my lips, as I look up to the ceiling. After all those years of trama, hurt and pain that I went through because of this man- for this man .. me now a hear seh he isn't my father?
"I'm sorr-"
"Yo mi nuh waah nuh sorry from yuh .. how much years mi deh pon earth fah? .. and a just now yah tell mi diss mum? Uno feel it right fi keep such secret from mi?"
"Bomboclaatt diss ..and bet seh if mi neva come yah suh come ask, mi wouldn't know seh the man weh mi grow wid a nuh mi real fada. A some joke ting uno deh pon fam,"-
"Kevaun just- I couldn't tell you! For your own safety .. we had to keep it a secret .. just come sit and let me explain nuh son," She says and touching my arm.
"Don't even call mi yuh son .. for all mi know, yuh probably not even mi mada," I flash her hand off, walking back towards the kitchen.
I need a drink. Something strong .. so I can calm my nerves.
Like the universe hate me to pussyclaatt. Why all of a sudden a bay fuckery a come dung pon mi dawg?
suh mi salt dawg?
Drinking the small cup of vodka in one go, I drop the cup on the counter then I lean on the stool and fold my arms.
Looking over the couch and at my .. her, I say "Explain nuh .. from e top"-
Clearing her throat and whipping her almost dried tears, she sits then after a good five minutes, she begins to speak.
"I met Khalil when I attended Harvard and we were in a relationship for 7 years. It was all butterflies and roses when we first met .. we'd get compliments about our relationship and so fort ... but little did they know, everything wasn't as 'perfect' as it seemed .. Khalil started to act different and it came a time where I had to leave oversea's and stay with my mother. No one knew what was going on and I was too scared and embarrassed to speak .."
