"Born again, are you all dreaming? Wake up! Nicodemus was right! There's no way you can be born again! We're all already here, we were born! Now, we're gonna die! It's as simple as that." My face was hot and my hands were shaking. We're all gonna die... I pushed the memory back and shook my head, eyes angry and staring down the pastor. "Jesus fed his disciples and all the people around him a whole bunch of crap and they ate it." "Naomi!" "He didn't know what he was talking about because fictional characters in a story never do. They say the lines their authors give them because it's their job to. They don't exist. He never existed. You all should realize that sooner or later instead of wasting your time here, it's screwing with your minds." A pin could have dropped from the top floor and we would all hear it. "Then why don't you just leave." The cold words plummeted against my chest as quickly as they came. That was the pin drop, the end to all the excitement, but not. My heart hammered against my rib cage as the voice echoed through my ears, playing over and over. His words, they were insulting, they hurt, but I didn't show it. I turned and faced him and his eyes remained indifferent towards me. I froze in my seat. They were once this bright hazel, but they seemed darker now, furious. "If you feel that way, then leave." He spat. His jaw clicked at the end of his sentence. "Take your opinions, take your anger, take your indignant heart, and leave this church." ~~~ It never occurred to Naomi that He could have been real, that maybe a life of emotional hardship was the plan for her all along. If it had occurred, she never accepted the thought. She never accepted anything, but Carter. What was life? What was love? What was pain? What was happiness? What is God? Read the story of a broken girl who finds the truth through love.

"Baba, this girl was the one that made that man jilt my daughter. His excuse was that, she willed all her property to him. And now, they have a child and my own daughter has refused to get married. Baba please what are we doing about this?" An agitated woman dressed in a yellow coloured brocade gown laments looking up to the old man dressed in a white turned brown lace and sitted on a tattered local mat in a room furnished with low stools, another local mat, animal skins displayed on the wall, a million cowries scattered in different directions and a segregated blood stained area of the room where in a red wrapper is tied.

"Baba,why are you doing this to me? Umfazi wesibili?"she weeps. "Nkosikazi this doesn't mean I love you any less,lomntwana will bring happiness to this household,"he voices his opinion but it falls on deaf ears. The need to destroy brews from the pit of her stomach,'the wrath of a woman scorned'she recites in her head. Dear readers Hello guys, this is one of my favourite books because it came straight from a dream I had. I remember sleeping and thinking I should remember this for a novel definitely. But anyways let's not dwell much on my dream,all the characters in this book are fictional, including the story. If you see anything that is similar to a movie or a book you've read, please please please it's all a coincidence. I'm not a copycat because I know how discouraging and disrespectful it is to the next person. I also kindly ask that you do not plagiarise my work. Editing will be done after the whole book is done and please excuse my spelling and horrible grammar if you catch any. Thank you in advance to those who will read,vote, follow and comment on my work. Please guys, constructive comments only because negative energy is non existing here so... ENJOY❤️ love,the writer

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2 hearts and 2 souls refusing their destiny , Nkosenye and Nomzamo facing their fate ,a course of the ancestors made just for them ,a love so dangerous it feels like a dream .Will they wake up from the dream or will they continue to fight their ancestors.A match made by Idlozi 💍💗 Start reading their journey to find out where their fate lies ... #1- ancestors 🦋🧸 #1-fictional #1-Zulu Warning ⚠️ The pictures in the book do not belong to me and I give all credit to their rightful owners

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