...cry so I may laugh
In a time when inter relations were unheard of, a girl fell in love with a boy.
Their story spans decades. What they endured for loving each other, the obstacles they had to face, because it wasn't legal to love outside your race.
Nichole tells the story of her childhood. The abuse she endured, even violence that was inflicted upon her. The heart choses. That was her motto. She tells her tale in graphic detail.
Zulu-land and all its splendour is brought to life. The young warrior who had saved her life, as a child, was her best friend. As time passed, that friendship evolved into something deeper.
Something forbidden. Nevertheless, the heart choses.
The chief that fell in love with a lady. He was a man with roots that dated back to King Shaka himself.
Not time, nor threats of being imprisoned could stunt this love, these two people had for each other.
Times was on their side, but not all the time. When freedom did come, they had no idea what to do with the concept. Their love was timeless.
Inkosi and Nichole tell a dangerous love story, yet one as raw and beautiful as an African sunrise.
Their story spans from Zulu-land to Port-Natal, and as far afield as England. Nichole had faced the worst and the best in people. It's a pity that the worst in people robbed her of her happily-ever-after.
This book is published with the express permission from the author, Nikki Paiva
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Some of the events in this book are based on a true story. Names and places have been changed upon prior agreement between the writer and the narrator of this book.