Rain Ndlovu never thought life would be this messy. Honestly, it's never been easy for her but her wild sense of humor? Yeah, that always lands her in trouble... or maybe it's just part of the charm. She's a clumsy, chubby girl trying to fit into a world that doesn't always make space for her.
Then, out of nowhere, she meets the President of Korea's hottest clothing line. She flies to Seoul for a concert, and somehow no one really knows how she comes back to South Africa married. Like, WTF? How does that even happen?
Meanwhile, Kim Jiyoon is facing a crisis of his own: How on earth does he explain to his ruthless father that he's married to a woman who's nowhere near Korea... and definitely not on the same page?
"I need rules to survive this pandemic I'm trapped in," Rain mutters, wiping her face in disbelief.
"How the hell did you get married, Rain? You went for a concert and came back a Mrs? That is the clumsiest thing I've ever seen," her sister scolds with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Just then, Rain's phone rings, international number flashing. Her heart skips, she gulps, and answers shakily:
"Hello?"
On the other end, a deep, raspy voice growls: "Rain Ndlovu, this is Kim Jiyoon. We got married a week ago... Why is my wife out of the country without telling me?"
Rain drops the call in a panic and screams into her pillow.
"You need seven rules to survive your husband," Clammy says, eyes sparkling with mischief.
But Rain? Her mind's stuck in Seoul, trying to remember exactly how the hell she got married in the first place...
These poems/stories are reflections of my emotions.
I don't have the courage to speak openly about my mental health-so this will have to do.
Read my pain. Understand my metaphors. Appreciate my art. Learn from my mistakes.