IN SEARCH OF KATHERINE ( Book 3 )completed

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Chapter four

Lavi's POV

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Heading out that morning without a single kobo in my pocket and a promise of getting breakfast for Katherine is alarming.

She is just hungry and not craving for something out of the ordinary like every pregnant woman out there.

Katherine is different. She hardly crave for things. Maybe it's because she knows I can't afford most of it.

Gosh....

Where was I headed exactly? I had no particular place in mind but I was determined to get breakfast even if it means me begging for it.

I walked passed a few shops along the street hoping for a miracle I knew for sure it wasn't going to happen.

I knew I was hoping for too much no doubt!

In a country like ours; miracle like a falling manna is a cliche only the Israelite were entitled to enjoy.

My parent would have disowned me by now after realizing I left home with Katherine and ran away months ago and I can't dare go back there not even to see my siblings even if it's just for a second.

No one was home when I left that day. They had all gone to school. I never would have had the courage to leave Nike behind if she had been at home.

Her tiny little hands would have stopped me from leaving but what choice do I have than to do otherwise when her father was threatening to to have her abort the bastard she was carrying.

Heck!

Why would he call our baby a bastard when the father was alive and kicking? Except he was a penniless guy like me of course.

Pushing the thought behind me. I headed straight to a truck full of loads waiting to be offload in front of a warehouse down the street.

Maybe they might be in need of workers.

I met the man in charge and they were indeed in need of workers cos other guys were waiting as well.

Just my lucky day!

Carrying a bag of 50kg of flour could go for fifty naira and in my head; if I could manage to lift at least fifty bags; I'd earn up to two thousands five hundred naira. Just the amount I needed at the moment.

With much determination and courage, I was able to pull through with the final bag and sighed in relief.

Stashing the money inside my faded jean pocket, I headed back to the nearest food vendor to get food items and some sachet of milk and chocolate.

Very important items in her meal and some fruit as well.