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...
The Next Day Wednesday, August 20th Location, Unknown📍
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•𝐊 𝐀' 𝐌 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑 𝐀•
"Mmm," Wincing, I slowly open my eyes. Squinting, I try to adjust to the lights.
"Baby?" Kimali?
Looking around, my eyes still squint, I get a glimpse. It's him.
His scent is even wandering around the room.
"Kimali?" I ask, questioningly. "Baby, yuh good?" He asks.
"How yuh—awah happen?" I ask him, sitting up.
"You had a threatened miscarriage." He say.
"Kimali, how are you here? Yuh supposed to dehh—"
"Shhh. Shhh."
"Weh me even deh?"
"Family doctor." He responds, caressing my hand. "Is the baby okay?" I ask him. There's so many things I have to ask, my brain can't even function.
"Yeah..." He says.
"Ki—"
"Baby, when we go home, me talk bout this." He says. Rolling my eyes, I hiss. "How yuh feel?" He asks.
"Feel alright." I reply. "Still a feel pain?" I shake my head 'no' slowly.
"Annuh dream me a dream?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "Pinch me." I tell him.
"Annuh dream yah dream, baby. Mi deh ya fi real." He says. "Weh me madda?"
"Out desso." Says. "Get some rest, me affi go guh pan ih road go dealid sumn and come back."
"Wah—"
"Ka'Moura, later me tell yuh wa yuh wah know. Mi just did wah make sure say unnuh good. When me come back, we a go home." He cuts me off. Bro, awah a the problem?
Hissing, I don't answer. "Just call me madda." I retort. "Gwaan bout yuh business." I tell him.
Shaking his head, he heads through the door. Wow. And I almost died.
