FALLING FOR THE WRONG FACE

EPILOGE

Melonys pov:
I hate going to the market. The thought alone makes me sick but I guess I've got no choice. I wish all markets were open at night or I wish I could shop in one of these big american markets where there will be no harsh sunlight to burn my poor fair skin. "I wish  I wish I wish but this is Cameroon" i growled  l. I always take a bike, which always ends up being a bumpy ride, after I take a taxi from the 'carrefour' to the market.The taxi driver stoped after I waved at him "ndobo market, a hundred francs please" he nodded. After settling myself in the old scrab I stared absently at the old woman opposite the petrol station. She looked close to my grand ma's age, She had fair skin but because of her daily work has withered faster than if she had led a comfortable life. and she was busy bringing her charcoal to life. She sure had to come this early(9 am) to start roasting cocoyams under this unbearable heat while sitting down for the whole day just so she can raise enough money to take care of her family. If I ever become somebody I will never like to see any woman endure such pain just to put food on the table. "I want to be there for them"  I mumoured. "What did you say miss?" The driver asked.He shoud be in his late 30s. He had an overgrown beard, shaggy hair and the most twisted orange shirt I've ever seen, the contours of his face were so visible that I could draw the skeleton of his face. Yeah its a little bit exaggerated but all am trying to say is he is a fine thin and dirty looking man who is working his ass out just to feed his familly. I really admire taxi men. I was brought back to my planet when the car stopped moving and everyone in the taxi had their eyes on me. "Oh!" was all that came out of my mouth. "I was asking if you said something miss. Are you ok?"  I saw the concern in his brown sleepy  eyes. He must have been working the whole night. I drove the thought away and shook my head with a fake smile plastered on my face and motioned for him to continue. I  always have to be swift so that I can come back a little early and cook for my grand ma. My grand ma was all I had in this world not forgetting Louis my cousin. Louis' mother died while giving birth to him and his father has been in jail for as long as I can remember. I have got a lot to worry about but first let me face this pressing challenge. When I arrived my destination, I noticed everyone was excited  about something or should I say some one? and some women were praising this person. I wonder who this person is. A tall lady with a long face, and  dark glowing eyes that couldnt hide her excitement   spoke at peak of  her funny voice . It sounded like she was supporting her favourite foot ball team. " Oh that man is a God sent." She said clapping her hands like a three year old school girl. "I believe he's here to make a difference. Just like his father he is  trying to build a better world." A young boy pushing a  wheel barrow full of assorted canned foods added. "What is his name mummy?"  A cute dark little girl with red stained lips. Surely from the lollipop she holding. I absently thought. "Dave Jones," the long-face lady answered. "Its his name. I heard he is in the country and he's a handsome one. Am sure he'll have our ladies falling at his feet." If I didnt notice the slight excitement in her voice I would have thought she didn't wish to be one of those ladies. Dave Jones I heard is a very rich business icon and has his company in almost all african countries. He is a british man who prefered investing in our continent, that way increasing the level of employment all over Africa. He is the reason many families are able to have three square meals a day. I really admire his kind acts but that is not what brought me to this muddy market. Here I was with all the groceries I came to this damn market to purchase. I was finally free to go home. Why was there a big crowd following this new black SUV I wish I was In?. "Think! Melony think! Oh! Whoever is in this car should be a very important personality..... is he the   one?" I asked myself. Is this  normal? Why did the  car stop? Someones  stepping down! Maybe its a ritualist! Run! My brain screamed. I stood rooted on the spot with my mouth foolishly held open. A beautiful  white man dressed in the most expensive suit I have ever laid eyes on approached me. He Looked so fine and well built that I could think  God molded him with the finnest clay. He represented the exact picture of   the MR. perfect I have alway read about in the novels I had the opportunity to read. His eyes reminded me of the blue waters of the Caribeans I swear I could loss my soul in them. Is he for real? His long legs walked towards me as if they knew how much power power he possesed. He came to a halt and our eyes me then realisation hit me. Am in trouble and judging from the mixture of feelings on his face I knew I was busted. I did'nt know my mouth was still open till now, so I slowly placed my left hand on my mouth to hide the hole that could not be closed up. "Mum?" Was all he said with a million questions plastered all over his face.

Hello guys am sorry for all the errors you might come accross. The thing is this is my first novel and I still got a lot  to learn  especially from you. Please vote if you like how this  story is progressing love you!!