19 year old Ka'Moura moved from her small community in St. Thomas called 'Stony Hill', where she was suffering from poverty, to start a new life...a better on in the city...In the town rather.
Wah dem say when a country girl move to the city?
𝐂𝐨𝐮...
See because unnuh have me a talk to mihself innah th gc, no peace nahh reign🤣.
A month later... August 10th
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•𝐊𝐀' 𝐌𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀•
Signing my signature on the last document, I heave a sigh.
It has been a month since my man has been behind bars. I'm not okay with it, however, I try to be. Neither am I okay at all, because I didn't even get the chance to think, to heal on what happened to me, then something else came along.
But again, I try to be.
Since he's not here, I was left in charge of the company. And of course, the first thing I did was fire his 'manager'.
And no, not because she wants him, but because she was disrespectful towards me. For the first two weeks I went back, she was really disrepectful, and would mutter things under her breath whenever I gave her orders.
When I visited Kimali last week and told him, he just laughed; saying that mi been wahh do it.
I miss him so much.
Since he's known, and has a reputation, the officers at the station allows me to visit him every week. We sneak a little 'conjugal visit' here and there. Inna the people them questioning room.
So? It's sound proof. You and yuh man nasty a like.
You might be shocked when I tell you who's idea it was. Yours of course, you alone would a do that.
Listen. I was horny and tired of using my rose. Leave me alone.
Matter a fact, we ago put down piece when I visit him tomorrow.
Packing up the papers neatly, I rest them on his desk, running my finger over his initial, that are carved out on his desk.
I didn't even notice that it was there until I started working in his office.
Taking up my hand bag, I scan his office, looking if it is organized. Yeup.
Seeing that it is okay, I nod, heading towards the front door. Holding the knob, I open the door.
A soon as I step my phone through the door, my phone rings. Smiling, I swipe up the green button, accepting the FaceTime call. My mannnn.
