Chapter 1

 HATE THAT I LOVE YOU. (FINAL)    

LIFE IS AN OXYMORON.

I gaze through my reflection in the opalescent mirror, a hazy memory, as an intense argument pursued, in a warm effervescent hot environment, I come to terms with my lover, his hair the scent of coconut, sweet passionate aroma. He came down slowly from the stairs, wearing a beige knee high short and a black shirt. The scent of an expensive male oriented perfume was surrounding the air. He was the height of a typical bear when ready to prey on its surroundings. His height was as tall as a normal door frame, his head almost hitting the nook of the kitchen door. He tipped his head as if he were an ostrich, but reality struck his interest. He was told about a girl wearing monochrome white and black striped trousers and a cropped top that was below her waist, who was waiting for him at the door. To discuss the outcome of their venomous relationship.  He took a quick glance from the corner of his eye. But was filled with curiosity and bewilderment. He took a closer look at the door from five metres, his eyes waiting to unwrap her identity. He gently places his immaculate hands on the edge of the handrails of the golden staircase, slowly making his way towards the shimmery staircase, and here I am standing at the door wearing a beige scarf tied back in the form of a chef's bun.  As she gently placed the shorter part of her scarf towards her chest. Stroking the lilac beads and playing with the front of her curled-up hair to help calm her nerves since it has been two years since the last time I saw her lover turned egoist. Just as I was about to leave, I saw him making a call. A range of emotions persisted, I did not know whether I should cry, try to talk to him or jump up with joy to see his precious smile. Trapped in my thoughts, like an isolated cold prisoner. Hearing my best friend at the time who told me to come to his house to discuss this issue, I decided the best thing to do was to talk to one of his friends Risa to try and negotiate how I felt about my resentful lover.  She and Adam lived together as roommates except their rooms were apart from each other, but it was still in the same house.  

A few years back not too long ago when Adam and Sariyah were eighteen, He told Sariyah about his house, but he did not go into immense detail as she expected. A blurry vision in her chaotic mind but now she is finally coming into terms with Risa, her lover's friend.

Chapter 2

                                                      LOVING YOU IS A HABIT.

LIFE IS AN OXYMORON.

My intoxicated mind drifts away slowly, as I enter my new monochromatic blank apartment in my college campus in Oxford. I feel restless as I hear the beat of the bass of the music playing in my head, after a long day of partying, as tired as I am I decided to take a hot luxurious bath with hibiscus leaves, a bath so good it seeps within my brass complexion colour noted skin. The scent of purple hibiscus aroma surrounding the air. It plays in my mind continuously. I remember what Yasmine stated a while ago. I make a left heading to my delicate laptop. Urgently trying to find the answers to who this person was. I, Sariyah decided to message Yasmine on a social media app. She states that while I left, Mr Jack told Yasmine more information about who Adam was, because he trusts her judgement and they remind him of his two beautiful caucasian daughters, two beautiful babies with bubbly personalities spewing from the air. Although I am of mixed heritage, Egyptian and a place in the western Atmosphere of Africa.  

Mr Jack stated that Prince Adam, who kept emailing him, stated his interest in me and that he was the Prince of Timbuktu. At first Mr Jack thought that it was a prank. But this person managed to convince him that I was of his interest. Dumbfounded by this information I was told that we had history together. A history so deep it changed my emotional recollection. I sigh in relief as a minute transpired. However, the conversation increased as my friend Yasmine spoke. ‘He said that you were his college sweetheart’. Her sweet high pitched voice note played through my ear, my heart pounding to the beat of my roommate's sexual deprivation sessions with his lover. In my purple lit room.  I become indecisive and admirant of the session next door, almost forgetting about the voice note Yasmine sent. 

I am intrigued, and I wonder what it feels like to have an eternal partner who can feel my desires. In a state of trance I calm my aroused desire in my displaced mind and I say to myself…

Chapter 3

                                                      SEVENTEEN YEARS OF DOWNWARD GRATITUDE .

LIFE IS AN OXYMORON.

I felt like a caged bird.

At the young age of seventeen…

I chose the red pill, as Adam told me to trust his judgement. I slept in a trance of deceit as what I thought was a fairytale story slowly broke abruptly to pieces. Watching the movie with someone who exclaimed that I was the love of his life. Disgusted by this situation and the fact that Adam took the red pill. I slept. 

My eternal soul left my body as I heard the voices of two strangers. What looked to be a human form turned out to be a demon. I looked up to see a hole in a deep cave. A cave so steep it contains water and magic. The worst kind of magic, I was disgusted by the thought of it, surrounding my vision I, Sariyah drifted in and out once again from sleep to reality. The pessimistic demon had the voice of an infamous clown from the Batman series. The beautiful layer of the cave from the outside looked like the Lagoon in Lagos in Portugal. However the exterior was different and was filled with demons and ghouls similar to the evilness of this world. Planning to ruin the demise of every living thing. 

click …

To the left a camera…

To be continued.

Chapter 4

LOOK UP TO THE CLOUDS.

As I look up to the clouds, in the lagoon in Lagos Portugal. 

Circular frame of heavy wind circulating the air rotating faster than an eagle ready to prey on delectable prey. A misty grey and black cave, filled with sharp and treacherous hooks of decayed stone surrounded my blurry vision. 

I see a circular beach placed at the bottom of this cave, what looked to be simple water, felt like a magical form of no return. As I was in a form of hypnosis due to the sound of the blasted music, playing around my internal vision.

In the state of sleep I woke up, and stood up on my feet coughing for air. Surrounded by the mystery of the Lagoon, as I gently grazed the tip of the water, I felt my presence leave me as I felt dizzy.  I shout! 

Confused, by my hazy reality as what I thought was a dream came to place, in this hasty but dark visioned circular lagoon. 

Can anyone hear me? I shout once more.

Usually in a state of trauma and deceit I am filled with bewilderment as a hazy memory persists, as all I could relocate is being dropped off to the woods of no return. 

I, Aiko, was lost in a trance of deceit. 

In a state of panic, I ask the Lord to guide me through. 

A blurry vision as a light shines through, what looked to be a broken sun mirror looked like a form of unisex glasses, a presence I couldn’t decipher, underneath the lost sand. 

I yearn for the presence of a human form.

“Can anyone hear me?” I shout. 

An echo surrounded the dark mysterious lagoon 

I shout once more… 

Chapter 5

SADNESS IS CURABLE.

A sadness incurable, the day after Adam checked up on my health after the blast of Star and Aiko.

 An incurable sadness as I felt like I was suffocating in Yasmin's presence.  What did Yasmin mean in the underworld? 

“Was I, Sariyah, in the underworld?” I questioned myself. 

I looked at the morning sunset out my window and gazed at the sun to what felt like peace to my empty but curable mind. 

I was curious about the presence of Aiko form and how she was, while gazing at the window screen without an inch of a blink.  I enter the teal kitchen filled with Chinese and British ceramic plates, all covered with beautiful white and blue illustrations. A scarce but unique form of item,  and looking for a cup of hot chai tea to boost my inflamed ego, because I couldn't believe that she met Aiko, who in my dream felt like a reality.

A beautiful gradient morning In Yasmin house. 

Yasmin and her aunt were relaxing in the very luxurious monochromatic living room watching tv and reading magazines.

Khaltum was a fashion designer that was well established in the United Emirates especially Abu Dhabi and Dubai, but currently residing in London to look after her gorgeous niece and her very eerie friend, who always manages to be in trouble, as told by Adam. 

“Where is Adam?” Khaltum asked. 

“I do not know, I think he went to work, says Sariyah.”

“Aren’t you guys meant to go to University?” Questions Khultum. 

“No”, Yasmine and Sariyah say in sync. 

Smiling at each other's sync of words. 

“We’re on holiday for a bit… until Sariyah feels better.” says Yasmin. 

“So what is your plan for today?”

Khaltum rises up from the chair leaving the magazine. 

“You can’t just stay at home and watch tv all day”. She says

“Why don’t you guys go out, or let's go shopping together?” 

“Really that would be nice, I’d love to…

“I just hope that my Uba doesn’t cause too much havoc because I haven't been home for five days.” says Sariyah. 

“Don’t worry he knows that you’re here, Khaltum places her melanated hand into Sariyah's shoulder”.