Kenya Amora Moore, known as Amore by close family members and friends, is shaken up by a series of unfortunate events that lead her to live with her aunt. In the space of a few days, she is hit with shocking truths and bitter lies. The revelations...
Here I am again, weeping over a man who couldn't respect me enough to be with only me.
His brother would come by to ensure I was alright and bring food but that's it. We don't exchange words and that's okay.. he's insufferable either way.
I lay in my bed, sniffling at the pictures of us that were on the tv with Beyoncé's "You are my rock".
My phone pinged beside me and I respond to my sister's message.
Ny Ny💕: Hear seh your Bwoy dead eno.. as much as I didn't like him, he didn't deserve to die like that. Im so sorry for your loss baby❤️.
Me: Nyla, me feel like me cyaah breathe without him.
Ny Ny💕: one step at a time. I'm here for you.
Me: Thanks Ny❤️.
Nyla is my older sister and the sibling I was closer with since Nicholas and Dion basically cut me off when I got married.
A FaceTime call comes in from her and I hesitantly answer. Her face scrunches up when she sees my puffy eyes.
"Jah jah deej" she sighs.
I smile through my tears, wiping them away with one hand.
"Yuh waah me come stay wid yuh? Yuh nuh seem mentally stable right now" she asks and I nod.
"Yuh know yuh affi come meet me adi gate cause dem security people deh qnaah let in any and anybody. Or yuh can call them. Soon come". She hangs up and I get up, combing through my hair that had knots in it.
I take out some clothes and lay them out on my bed, taking a quick shower. I put my hair in two puffs after a struggle and put on my jeans shorts , a black merino blouse and an oversized red sweater, slipping on my house slippers. I lay in the bed until Nyla calls me to come meet her at the gate.
My slippers rhythmically tap on the concrete as I hasten my steps to the gates of the scheme.
I greet the security guard by the gate, telling him that I've come to collect my sister and he lets her in.
I get into her car and she drives me to my avenue. She parks in my driveway and follows me up my steps.
"But unuh didda renovate man" she a see right now? Without her glasses??
Yuh too bad now.
But Nyla legally blind suh me a ask the right questions right now. Her shoes drag against the floor annoyingly and I hiss my teeth. She stops and I look to see her in front of one of the mirrors, snapping away.
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