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Echoes of Betrayal now available on Amazon

You can finally purchase my book in both ebook (Kindle) and Paperback (hardcopy/Print) versions on Amazon HERE.

Read more about the book below.

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Echoes of betrayal is a work of fiction in the drama genre. With an African setting, the novel tackles themes of betrayal, divorce, family, love, nature vs nurture, gender inequality, fertility, parenting, culture, religion, and many other issues faced by couples whose relationships have been plagued by betrayal.

Echoes is both an entertainment and inspirational novel. Despite being fictional, the exposition of the novel is neither driven by a complex plot with numerous twists and turns, nor does it promise a fantastical ending or experience. The book is written in a true-to-life form, with characters telling their stories from their points of view; what they saw, what their thoughts were in those moments, why they reacted the way they did, and why they made the decisions they made.

Most importantly, the book endeavours to delve into the hearts and minds of people that have been betrayed or have betrayed their loved ones. It captures both visible and invisible side effects of betrayal on families. It puts to paper the most intimate of thoughts, feelings, doubts, as well as hope for such couples whilst detailing their journey to restoration and recovery. It is my hope that people can relate to the book at a very personal and intimate level.

Through deliberate dramatization of true-to-life events, Echoes of Betrayal will address questions such as; Why do I do the things I do? Why did this happen to me? What do I need to do to earn his/her forgiveness? Did I do something to deserve this? Should I stay, or should I go? Is my relationship worth another chance? How long will I be punished for this mistake? What is the right thing to do? And what about my children?

Echoes of Betrayal introduces us to three main characters/couples; Melvin and Susan, Isaac and Hilary, and Hilda and Bernard. It is a collection of six stories that are entwined and told from the first person narrative. Every detail in the narration, action, reaction, and dialogue is as seen and experienced from the points of view of our protagonists. 

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Can I not human today, please?

Sometimes what we do for a living or the hobbies we indulge in frequently
have a way of defining the way we look at things in life. Sometimes we are aware of this and sometimes we aren’t. Sometimes it’s a good thing and sometimes it isn’t. I had both the fortune and misfortune of meeting someone a couple of days ago that taught me something about myself I wasn’t even aware of.

“You look lonely, like you would rather be anywhere else but,” he said. Continue reading

The Deviants Rendezvous

John McConnell was a deviant. He was also a god.

I once saw him quench a cigarette butt in a Salvation Army donation box. With the same hand, I watched him guide a frail elderly woman across the deathly streets of Wellingdale.

I will be the first to admit that I was deeply enamored by the man’s enigmatic persona. But, was it he I was most curious about, or was it my own interest in his deviance I was looking to explore?

John was the wind that announced the tornado right before it struck. Some people would argue that he was the tornado itself. On those rare occasions, I had both the fortune and misfortune of stealthily feeling his pulse. On first contact, I felt the familiarity that came with interacting with a fellow human. It was a warm tinge, and though fleeting, I was just glad to be made aware of its existence. A few more seconds of willing my nerves into venturing into uncharted territory, I found exactly what I was looking for; John McConnell was me. Continue reading

The Frost on the September Leaves

The universe must have had a bone to chew with Ruth, because one morning, without warning, she had the misfortune of learning that the man she had loathed for over thirty years was undeserving of her contempt.

“I have to tell her the truth honey,” Sandra whispered to her husband.

It was forty-three minutes past the hour of 2 in the morning. No human in the Khumalo residence had any business being up at such an ungodly hour. As they would soon come to learn, there is always a price one has to pay for going against the laws of nature.

Ruth inched in closer to the kitchen door.  Her mother was sitting on a kitchen stool while her father stood a short distance away, his back resting against the fridge. Despite not hearing her name in her parent’s conversation, Ruth knew they were fighting about her. It was all they seemed to do since she announced her wedding date, three weeks ago. With only two days to I do, there were a lot of seemingly don’t-whisperings between her parents she desperately needed to get to the bottom of. Continue reading

On Lucifer’s Wings of Love

A blank canvas always gives the painter an illusion of innocence

But there are voices in the stern silence of the dark night if you listen closely

The Hugo Boss stained ambience clandestinely

Musks the stench of yet another bleeding heart

They probably should have never said hello

Along Hallowed hallways paved on promises of everlasting lust

These lilac scented lies have brought you a beautiful truth laced in fiction

They’ll have you thinking dreams come true on Louis Vuitton sheets spread out on huge Victorian beds in rooms whose vintage walls have bounced off more of Jezebel’s echoes of ecstasy than any Chinese brothel in the capital

I thought she knew, that the devil was the most beautiful angel ever created.