When Love Sprouts

Chapter 5: Snakes 'n Chess

"Azania, Azania, Azania." He huffed through his sleep with drops of sweat rushing down his forehead. She had been tormenting Javas through his sleep for the past few days. The love that burned within him amalgamated with the guilt that clouded over him, had become overwhelming for him. His face was no longer plum, the muscles were no longer there, his hair looked like Tarzan's messy locs. He had become a shadow of the Javas that everyone grew to love.

Lwazi lay peacefully on top his chest listening to the rhythmic beats of his heart. He peered at Javas' face and pondered into his thoughts:

"Why do you love her so much? I was there for you when you were down. Even when the villagers mocked us saying, God didn't create Adam and Steve.

I was there.

You see that brown b*tch, and you're quick to drop me. This was not the plan."

Lwazi slid out of the burgundy. He slipped into a torn denim and an oversized grey knitted jersey. "So this b*tch think he can take my man, huh? I should have lit her up when I had the chance." He dialled Ludo's numbers.

"Ludo."
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"Something just came up, we need to talk." He whispered, cautious not to wake Javas from his sleep.
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"Meet me at Vennig Park, in Hatfield."

He hung up.

Javas began tossing and turning, creasing the burgundy sheets. He huffed and puffed through his sleep. He began sweating, even calling Azania's name. Lwazi fumed when he heard him calling out her name.

Mr. Buvoir had a broad bright smile plastered on his face. The mellow sun shone brightly in clear blue sky. He was walking hand in hand with her baby girl, Azania, in the golden grasses of Oak Lane. "Jemima, tell your mother that my love for her helped me surpass a lot of challenges, okay?"

Azania bellowed with laughter. "Dad, you know she's in the house cooking, right? You could just tell her."

A bright white dove landed on Mr. Buvoir's hand. He gazed at it in awe. "Dad? Dad?" He sashayed away into the twinkling light. Suddenly, the sky became auburn, the jovial sun was gone, and the dove. . .

A bright white dove landed on Mr. Buvoir's hand. He gazed at it in awe. "Dad? Dad?" He sashayed away into the twinkling light. Suddenly, the sky became auburn, the jovial sun was gone, and the dove. . .

The peaceful dove. . .

became an atrocious black vulture.

"Daaad! Dad, where's my dad?" She whimpered, while attempting to get out of the bed.

A petite, pearl skinned women with ginger hair rushed to her bed. "Now, now, get back in bed. You wouldn't want to stay here for your entire life. Believe me. I know." The woman explained.

"My father, where is he?" Azania asked frantically. Instead of pleasing Azania with an answer the woman continued removing the creases on bedspread.

Enraged with anger, Azania sprung to the corridor in search for her beloved father.

"DAD!"

"Dad?"

She popped from room to room, scanning the different faces. "Miss Buvoir, please calm down. I'm Doctor Kwanza, come with me." A wrinkly faced man dressed in a white lab coat proclaimed.

"CALM DOWN?" She yelled, which caused a diversion of attention on her. The sickly patients in the room stared intensively at her, trying to figure out what was happening. "I won't calm the f**k down until you tell me where my father, heck I won't rest until you tell my where my mother is." She fumed.