It was a beautiful summer day and I woke up to admire the warm sun stretching over the horizon. It was one of those days where one was just happy to sit back and enjoy the sheer fact that they were still alive. It was a day to feel the breeze gently cut through your hair and smile in delight as the sun’s rays draped you in their warm golden ambience. It really was a perfect day on Pearly lane Manor.
I decided to do into town; so I had a shower and ate my breakfast. When I was done I jumped into my bright red convertible. I was just about to leave when I remembered that I had forgotten my purse. My beautiful gold and black clasp bag which had an emerald embedded in it as a center piece surrounded by a string of clear cut diamonds.
I couldn’t leave without it so I jumped out of my car and dashed back to my room. I remember having left it on my desk but when I got there; the place of honor reserved for it was empty. I looked under the bed; the desk, my pillow and finally my closet which was pretty messy but my precious purse was gone.
I instinctively knew that only one person had to know where it was. I stormed out my room and went straight to my seven year old brothers room. I found him sitting on his unmade bed holding my purse.
“Give it here!” I shouted.
“No way” he said.
I tried to snatch it away from him but he maintained an iron grip on it. I tried shaking him; screaming at him and even begging but the heartless skunk wouldn’t listen. Then mum came in. She asked what all the noise was about. When she found out; she took the purse and said she was going to hide it.
Twenty minutes later she told us to go and look for it. We searched high and low; left and right but we still couldn’t find it. I nearly begun crying when the horrible brat let out a shout of glee and told me he had found it.
“We found it; we found it!” we danced around chanting. Then mum came out and smiled and told us that she knew we would find it. Happy that we had found it; I then took my brat of a little brother for a ride in town. We had a splendid day; we ate ice cream and fed bread crumbs to the birds in the park. I love my little brother because he taught me how to appreciate the finer things in life.
Monday, July 26, 2010
The wanted girl by Fiona Phiri
A long time ago; there once lived a beautiful and caring woman. She was loved by many people, one in particular was the prime minister of America. He loved her so much that he married and they became the most famous and loved couple in America.
The prime minister was the envy of many men and this was no secret. Everyone could see it, they could see it in the jealous looks that were flashed at him. They could see it from the hate mail and death threats he had received from obsessed stalkers.
Even with all this chaos surrounding their union, the prime minister never let it affect them. He never told her about the death threat and the incidents. He didn’t want her to know; he wanted her to be completely free of worry and anxiety.
It was because of her unawareness that the tragic incident happened. It was a warm sunny Saturday afternoon and she had just finished preparing their lunch when her husband’s bodyguard had walked into the kitchen and had tried to come onto her.
She let out a loud scream as he had grabbed her. Just then the prime minister came bursting into the kitchen alarmed by her scream. He rushed over to where they were standing and tried to apprehend the bodyguard but he violently pushed him aside and he stumbled and hit his head at the edge of the sink and slipped to the floor, his skull cracked open by the impact.
“Oh my gosh, you killed him” she wailed. The bodyguard looked at her with frightened eyes. He had just killed the prime minister and his wife was a witness to the crime. He grabbed the gun which he always carried and aimed it at her before he pulled the trigger.
He then aimed the gun to his temple and then pulled the trigger. His final thought had been how stupid he had been to have wanted her so much that he had caused all their deaths.
The prime minister was the envy of many men and this was no secret. Everyone could see it, they could see it in the jealous looks that were flashed at him. They could see it from the hate mail and death threats he had received from obsessed stalkers.
Even with all this chaos surrounding their union, the prime minister never let it affect them. He never told her about the death threat and the incidents. He didn’t want her to know; he wanted her to be completely free of worry and anxiety.
It was because of her unawareness that the tragic incident happened. It was a warm sunny Saturday afternoon and she had just finished preparing their lunch when her husband’s bodyguard had walked into the kitchen and had tried to come onto her.
She let out a loud scream as he had grabbed her. Just then the prime minister came bursting into the kitchen alarmed by her scream. He rushed over to where they were standing and tried to apprehend the bodyguard but he violently pushed him aside and he stumbled and hit his head at the edge of the sink and slipped to the floor, his skull cracked open by the impact.
“Oh my gosh, you killed him” she wailed. The bodyguard looked at her with frightened eyes. He had just killed the prime minister and his wife was a witness to the crime. He grabbed the gun which he always carried and aimed it at her before he pulled the trigger.
He then aimed the gun to his temple and then pulled the trigger. His final thought had been how stupid he had been to have wanted her so much that he had caused all their deaths.
The true Lucy I never knew by Awurama Ng'oma
I watched her all the time, walking down the runway of the “Ultimate walk”. She was in every magazine I read. She was like a goddess in my eyes. Lucy McRoll, that was her name. I loved watching her walk down that runway. She had the perfect body, perfect fashion sense, perfect car, perfect life, she had the perfect everything.
Beyond all that make-up, the fashion and the icon we saw on the outside was an even better person. She was real and I loved that. I admired the fact that she didn’t try to hide her huge appetite as most people in her line of work did.
Everything was fine until she met the so called “love of her life”. She was happy at first or as the saying goes ‘head over heels’ in love with the guy. It was all perfect until that one night in Panama City. She and her boyfriend had had a huge argument which ended in a break-up.
She was terrible after that. She seemed to have lost a sense of herself, as if her ex-boyfriend had stripped away the very unique qualities that made her the “X” factor. She didn’t even walk the same on the runway.
She was so depressed that she couldn’t work her magic on the runway anymore. Frustrated with her lack of performance, the owner’s of “Ultimate Walk” fired her. Her life fell to shambles right n front of her. She had lost everything.
She started drinking and smoking and in the process of it all she lost her appetite. She soon became anorexic and died a little later. At this point she had already become nothing more than a disgrace to me.
Even though towards the end of her life she had become bad; I still felt a sense of empathy for her.
The magazines had brought out the angel in her but then again they had also contributed to her downfall.
Beyond all that make-up, the fashion and the icon we saw on the outside was an even better person. She was real and I loved that. I admired the fact that she didn’t try to hide her huge appetite as most people in her line of work did.
Everything was fine until she met the so called “love of her life”. She was happy at first or as the saying goes ‘head over heels’ in love with the guy. It was all perfect until that one night in Panama City. She and her boyfriend had had a huge argument which ended in a break-up.
She was terrible after that. She seemed to have lost a sense of herself, as if her ex-boyfriend had stripped away the very unique qualities that made her the “X” factor. She didn’t even walk the same on the runway.
She was so depressed that she couldn’t work her magic on the runway anymore. Frustrated with her lack of performance, the owner’s of “Ultimate Walk” fired her. Her life fell to shambles right n front of her. She had lost everything.
She started drinking and smoking and in the process of it all she lost her appetite. She soon became anorexic and died a little later. At this point she had already become nothing more than a disgrace to me.
Even though towards the end of her life she had become bad; I still felt a sense of empathy for her.
The magazines had brought out the angel in her but then again they had also contributed to her downfall.
The secret place by Liggae Kanongodza
There was once a girl called Tongeriner; she was a waitress at a restaurant that Bart usually dined at. Bart had been watching her for a while now. He thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was the very definition of what he was looking for in a model. One day he decided that he was going to approach her and offer her a modeling contract.
Tongeriner couldn’t believe it when Bart had told her that he wanted to make her famous; she had told him that she was more that delighted to oblige. The modeling business was all that she had imagined it to be; the glitz and the glamour were surreal. She was enjoying every bit of it but that wasn’t the best part.
The best part was getting to see Bart everyday; having him there when she as on the run way and at the fashion houses. He holding her hand and parading her at the numerous dinner parties they went to.
At first she thought she was the only one that had developed feeling for him and this scared her; she didn’t want to be the only one in love; she didn’t want to left out in the cold with a broken heart. But with time she noticed that he had fallen for her too.
“This is for you” he had said as he gave her a gift wrapped box.
“What is it?” she asked with a sweet smile as she received it.
“Open it and you will know” he said and walked away.
She eagerly opened the box and pulled out a pink flip-up that had a golden heart shaped keychain that had a small key hanging from it. She was perplexed, she looked around in the box and she found a small note. She opened up the folded piece of paper and read its contents.
It said
The phone has all the directions you need and the key will open a box you will find at your final destination; I’ll meet you there.
Bart.
She set on her quest; following the directions very carefully. When she got to her final destination she found a black jacket. She dipped her hands in the jacket pockets and retrieved a small box. She used the key on her keychain to open it and inside the box she found another key. She held it in her hands and walked towards the door that was in the room she had found the jacket it.
She pushed the key into the key hole and turned it. She heard the door click and then she turned the knob. The door opened to reveal Bart kneeling on one knee holding the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.
“Will you marry me?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes” she said with joy as he slipped the ring on her finger. She couldn’t explain the joy she was feeling. All she knew was that he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
A month later they got married by the lake in the winter snow.
Tongeriner couldn’t believe it when Bart had told her that he wanted to make her famous; she had told him that she was more that delighted to oblige. The modeling business was all that she had imagined it to be; the glitz and the glamour were surreal. She was enjoying every bit of it but that wasn’t the best part.
The best part was getting to see Bart everyday; having him there when she as on the run way and at the fashion houses. He holding her hand and parading her at the numerous dinner parties they went to.
At first she thought she was the only one that had developed feeling for him and this scared her; she didn’t want to be the only one in love; she didn’t want to left out in the cold with a broken heart. But with time she noticed that he had fallen for her too.
“This is for you” he had said as he gave her a gift wrapped box.
“What is it?” she asked with a sweet smile as she received it.
“Open it and you will know” he said and walked away.
She eagerly opened the box and pulled out a pink flip-up that had a golden heart shaped keychain that had a small key hanging from it. She was perplexed, she looked around in the box and she found a small note. She opened up the folded piece of paper and read its contents.
It said
The phone has all the directions you need and the key will open a box you will find at your final destination; I’ll meet you there.
Bart.
She set on her quest; following the directions very carefully. When she got to her final destination she found a black jacket. She dipped her hands in the jacket pockets and retrieved a small box. She used the key on her keychain to open it and inside the box she found another key. She held it in her hands and walked towards the door that was in the room she had found the jacket it.
She pushed the key into the key hole and turned it. She heard the door click and then she turned the knob. The door opened to reveal Bart kneeling on one knee holding the most beautiful ring she had ever seen.
“Will you marry me?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes” she said with joy as he slipped the ring on her finger. She couldn’t explain the joy she was feeling. All she knew was that he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
A month later they got married by the lake in the winter snow.
The missing lucky charm bracelet by Mirriam Njobvu
One day, Bridget was walking down the beach. After tanning herself for half an hour, she got up and returned to her small cottage for a rest. After a few good minutes of walking, she met a girl who was about six or seven who was playing with a bracelet.
She recognized the bracelet, she then looked down at her wrist and realized that her bracelet was gone. She wondered at what time the bracelet had slipped off her hand and found its way into this little’s girl tiny hands.
The bracelet clasped in the girl’s hands was actually the lucky charm bracelet that her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday. She bent over and tried to coax the little girl into giving the bracelet back but the girl refused.
Bridget pondered over the situation for a few seconds and then an idea came to her. She would just have to distract the little girl and then retrieve the bracelet when the little girl least expected it.
“What is your name little?” she asked her gently.
“Naomi” she responded in her tiny voice.
“Do you like ice cream?”
The little girl nodded enthusiastically. Bridget smiled a generous smile before she took the little girl by the hand and led her to the ice cream stand in the distance. Bridget bought the ice cream and they ate it cheerfully, after they were done Bridget tried to get the bracelet back but the little girl was adamant.
Just then a woman walked up to them an introduced herself as Naomi’s mother. Bridget explained her dilemma to the woman who then tried to get the bracelet but to no avail. She only succeeded in making Naomi cry. Naomi’s mother then suggested that Bridget give her her address so she could bring the bracelet along later on.
Bridget handed over her contact details and left for her cottage. Later on that day she heard a knock at her front door. She rushed over and opened it. Before her stood Naomi’s mother holding the bracelet in hand.
“How did you get it” Bridget asked in delight as Naomi’s mother handed the bracelet over.
“I waited till she was asleep”
“Good thinking” Bridget said and thanked her before she left.
From that day, Bridget made sure that charm bracelet was clasped tightly around her wrist so she wouldn’t lose it again.
She recognized the bracelet, she then looked down at her wrist and realized that her bracelet was gone. She wondered at what time the bracelet had slipped off her hand and found its way into this little’s girl tiny hands.
The bracelet clasped in the girl’s hands was actually the lucky charm bracelet that her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday. She bent over and tried to coax the little girl into giving the bracelet back but the girl refused.
Bridget pondered over the situation for a few seconds and then an idea came to her. She would just have to distract the little girl and then retrieve the bracelet when the little girl least expected it.
“What is your name little?” she asked her gently.
“Naomi” she responded in her tiny voice.
“Do you like ice cream?”
The little girl nodded enthusiastically. Bridget smiled a generous smile before she took the little girl by the hand and led her to the ice cream stand in the distance. Bridget bought the ice cream and they ate it cheerfully, after they were done Bridget tried to get the bracelet back but the little girl was adamant.
Just then a woman walked up to them an introduced herself as Naomi’s mother. Bridget explained her dilemma to the woman who then tried to get the bracelet but to no avail. She only succeeded in making Naomi cry. Naomi’s mother then suggested that Bridget give her her address so she could bring the bracelet along later on.
Bridget handed over her contact details and left for her cottage. Later on that day she heard a knock at her front door. She rushed over and opened it. Before her stood Naomi’s mother holding the bracelet in hand.
“How did you get it” Bridget asked in delight as Naomi’s mother handed the bracelet over.
“I waited till she was asleep”
“Good thinking” Bridget said and thanked her before she left.
From that day, Bridget made sure that charm bracelet was clasped tightly around her wrist so she wouldn’t lose it again.
The girl on the mountain by Ng'onga Katema
Last week Saturday; I was seated outside thinking of committing suicide when I saw a beautiful girl standing on the mountains just a little distance away from my house. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She was dressed in a classy black jacket paired up with a beautiful black skirt.
Even though I was quite a distance away from her; I could see that she looked very sad and I wondered why she was standing there alone.
‘Maybe she was also thinking about committing suicide’ I thought to myself.
‘But why would such a beautiful girl think of doing such a thing?’ I asked myself.
It was then that I realized that I was also about to do the same thing. Just looking at her and thinking about what she was about to do made me change my mind immediately.
‘She was too beautiful to do such a thing’ I thought to myself. Then it suddenly hit me. I was also too beautiful both inside and outside to end my life in such a tragic way. My beauty was right there; shinning fourth from my heart. When she left I felt this wave of peace fall upon me.
I felt clam and tranquil and then I thought to myself,
‘The girl on the mountain was an angel sent to me from heaven to save my life.’
Even though I was quite a distance away from her; I could see that she looked very sad and I wondered why she was standing there alone.
‘Maybe she was also thinking about committing suicide’ I thought to myself.
‘But why would such a beautiful girl think of doing such a thing?’ I asked myself.
It was then that I realized that I was also about to do the same thing. Just looking at her and thinking about what she was about to do made me change my mind immediately.
‘She was too beautiful to do such a thing’ I thought to myself. Then it suddenly hit me. I was also too beautiful both inside and outside to end my life in such a tragic way. My beauty was right there; shinning fourth from my heart. When she left I felt this wave of peace fall upon me.
I felt clam and tranquil and then I thought to myself,
‘The girl on the mountain was an angel sent to me from heaven to save my life.’
Nobody is better by Zeria Njobvulema
Samantha Johnson came from a rich family and she was the only girl in the family. She considered herself better than others. She was self centered and arrogant. The only thing she loved more than herself was vanilla ice cream.
One day, she went out with her friends for ice cream at the gazebo ice cream centre. This place was considered high class and only those who could afford the prices went there. When they got there she sat down at her usually table and then started yelling at a waiter close by.
“Waiter! Waiter!; how dare you ignore me and my friends over here”
The waiter quickly stopped cleaning the table he was at and rushed over to her table.
“I am sorry madam, I was just finishing up my task” the waiter responded apologetically.
“How dare you talk back” yelled Samantha before she smacked the waiter across the face.
The customers around looked at Samantha in disbelief.
“What are you looking at?” she barked at them.
She then averted her gaze to the waiter and then said
“You are not allowed to talk back, I have the…..” she begun before she froze when she saw her crush walk up to her.
“Samantha what is wrong with you? Just because you are well to do doesn’t give out the right to treat people like dirt.
She was caught off guard; she didn’t know what to say. She just stood there as she got a tongue lashing from him. As she listened to what he was saying; she felt something change in her and for the first time in a really long time, she felt remorseful for what she had done.
When he was done, she thanked him for setting her straight and then apologized to the waiter for her behavior. The waiter accepted her apology as they could see that she was being sincere. She then run out of the ice cream centre with tears rolling down her cheeks.
One day, she went out with her friends for ice cream at the gazebo ice cream centre. This place was considered high class and only those who could afford the prices went there. When they got there she sat down at her usually table and then started yelling at a waiter close by.
“Waiter! Waiter!; how dare you ignore me and my friends over here”
The waiter quickly stopped cleaning the table he was at and rushed over to her table.
“I am sorry madam, I was just finishing up my task” the waiter responded apologetically.
“How dare you talk back” yelled Samantha before she smacked the waiter across the face.
The customers around looked at Samantha in disbelief.
“What are you looking at?” she barked at them.
She then averted her gaze to the waiter and then said
“You are not allowed to talk back, I have the…..” she begun before she froze when she saw her crush walk up to her.
“Samantha what is wrong with you? Just because you are well to do doesn’t give out the right to treat people like dirt.
She was caught off guard; she didn’t know what to say. She just stood there as she got a tongue lashing from him. As she listened to what he was saying; she felt something change in her and for the first time in a really long time, she felt remorseful for what she had done.
When he was done, she thanked him for setting her straight and then apologized to the waiter for her behavior. The waiter accepted her apology as they could see that she was being sincere. She then run out of the ice cream centre with tears rolling down her cheeks.
My mummys Favourite heels by Daphne Brianna Chiusiwa
It was a warm afternoon at my parents’ beach resort. As I walked around the pool; I realized how lovely a swim sounded. The day had all the qualities of a gorgeous swimming day; the sun was out; there was a wonderful tropical breeze and to top it all off, there was a pool right in front of me. Excited; I ran back to the cabin and straight into my room where everything I needed was laid out.
My swimming costume was there; one that I had cried for and so was the snorkel that I had also recently gotten with additional tantrums. Everything was perfect; I got ready for my day in the pool. Just as I walked out of my room in my pretty swimming gear; the woman who claims to have given birth to me called out.
“Sharai!” she yelled; as I tip-toed my way to the door.
“Where on earth do you think you are going at this time?” she sternly asked.
“For a swim” I responded.
“For goodness sake child; you just had lunch”
“Mummy!” I wailed.
“Don’t you ‘mummy’ me young lady, up to your room now! You can have a swim in the pool two hours from now.”
“Two hours? But it won’t be the same!”
“No arguments missy, your room is waiting.” She said firmly.
“You’ll pay…”
She totally ruined my plans so I did the worst I could think off. I ran quickly to her room and snatched her favorite pair of heels from her closet. I dashed out of the front door and threw them down at the deep end of the pool.
‘That will teach her’ I said to myself.
I snickered when I saw the expression on her face when she found out. I got a five minute lecture on “how not to treat the heels your father buys for the woman he loves”.
‘Who is she trying to kid?’ we all know I am the “woman” my daddy loves.
The heels were horrible anyway.
My swimming costume was there; one that I had cried for and so was the snorkel that I had also recently gotten with additional tantrums. Everything was perfect; I got ready for my day in the pool. Just as I walked out of my room in my pretty swimming gear; the woman who claims to have given birth to me called out.
“Sharai!” she yelled; as I tip-toed my way to the door.
“Where on earth do you think you are going at this time?” she sternly asked.
“For a swim” I responded.
“For goodness sake child; you just had lunch”
“Mummy!” I wailed.
“Don’t you ‘mummy’ me young lady, up to your room now! You can have a swim in the pool two hours from now.”
“Two hours? But it won’t be the same!”
“No arguments missy, your room is waiting.” She said firmly.
“You’ll pay…”
She totally ruined my plans so I did the worst I could think off. I ran quickly to her room and snatched her favorite pair of heels from her closet. I dashed out of the front door and threw them down at the deep end of the pool.
‘That will teach her’ I said to myself.
I snickered when I saw the expression on her face when she found out. I got a five minute lecture on “how not to treat the heels your father buys for the woman he loves”.
‘Who is she trying to kid?’ we all know I am the “woman” my daddy loves.
The heels were horrible anyway.
Killer instinct (Revenge) by Lisa Phiri
(Her name was Kristen. She was such a beauty; looking at her gave on the impression that she was a model. The face that she was a gruesome murderer seemed unfathomable; it was a fairy tale gone extremely wrong. She was known as the Rottweiler, yet she seemed so harmless for she was a gorgeous girl with a lot of money and what seemed to be a perfect life.)
It was on a sunny day in Florida so I decided to go to the beach for a swim. I lived in a condo on the shoreline of Florida beach so it wasn’t a long walk to the beach.
It had been a month since Kristen’s last kill. She had left Kemptonville in order to escape that motivation that led her killing which she did not want to do. The last person she killed was Katie Lemar; her childhood bully. Kristen could still remember each and every detail. She remembered that cold merciless night.
I was just going for a night stroll; on my way back I was passing through a deserted alley that I used as a shortcut on my way home when I saw a young woman walking ahead of me. When I saw her that feeling hit me again; that feeling that makes me feel electrified; the sensation running through my veins made my body react with such eagerness.
But that was the past; I had moved to start a new life; but it all seemed worthless to me. Life seemed worthless to me now.
‘I’ve started questioning myself I realize I’m not getting anywhere near success in this case’ John thought to himself. It just seemed so wrong. When he had received the case on the “Rottweiler” earlier in the week, it had seemed that there was some mistake. His target was a woman named Kristen Holmer; daughter of Mr. James Holmer; a wealthy industrialist.
The girl had everything that anyone would want so why would she go about killing childhood friends and taking personal trinkets as memento. Katie had been her close friend in high school and a very good of her family as well, so why kill her?.
After looking deeper into the matter; John had discovered that the two had not been as chummy as their peers had thought back in high school. According to his sources Katie had betrayed Kristen and tormented her throughout their high school years.
Just then John received a call that interrupted his trail of thought. The call was a summon from his boss telling him to return to the office. When he got to the office half an hour later he was informed that they had identified the item taken from the deceased by the killer. The deceased parents had identified it as an Amina Vogel designer bracelet given to their daughter on her twenty first birthday by her boyfriend.
Five days later the young detective had been informed of the whereabouts of Kristen. He felt it was time to take some action and bring her down.
I decided that I must do the right thing; after all life is suddenly felt meaningless to me. I called the police in the form of a stranger tipping them off on my whereabouts for it seemed the right thing to do. Earlier on, I went to the bank and withdrew all my money in gold bars amounting to twelve million dollars. I sent three million to my family account for my sisters and brothers, I sent two million to the police department to help with the reconstruction of the police station back home.
Another two million I sent to the account of the detective who is working on my case to fund him for further studies on crime and investigation abroad. Last but not least; the remainder of the money I have donated to charity. All that I had to do is completed; except for one task that remains which I will do shortly.
‘What a disappointment’ John thought. As he looked at the corpse laying in front of him and the revolver that lay next to it. He had been looking forward to taking down the Rottweiler and putting her behind bars for the rest of her life. He folded up the letter he had found clutched in her hand. It had been addressed to him from her. A letter that explained her will. The letter also said that she had killed for revenge; she had hurt all those who had had hurt her in her childhood. John stared at her body and sighed.
“What a pity” he said under his breath.
It was on a sunny day in Florida so I decided to go to the beach for a swim. I lived in a condo on the shoreline of Florida beach so it wasn’t a long walk to the beach.
It had been a month since Kristen’s last kill. She had left Kemptonville in order to escape that motivation that led her killing which she did not want to do. The last person she killed was Katie Lemar; her childhood bully. Kristen could still remember each and every detail. She remembered that cold merciless night.
I was just going for a night stroll; on my way back I was passing through a deserted alley that I used as a shortcut on my way home when I saw a young woman walking ahead of me. When I saw her that feeling hit me again; that feeling that makes me feel electrified; the sensation running through my veins made my body react with such eagerness.
But that was the past; I had moved to start a new life; but it all seemed worthless to me. Life seemed worthless to me now.
‘I’ve started questioning myself I realize I’m not getting anywhere near success in this case’ John thought to himself. It just seemed so wrong. When he had received the case on the “Rottweiler” earlier in the week, it had seemed that there was some mistake. His target was a woman named Kristen Holmer; daughter of Mr. James Holmer; a wealthy industrialist.
The girl had everything that anyone would want so why would she go about killing childhood friends and taking personal trinkets as memento. Katie had been her close friend in high school and a very good of her family as well, so why kill her?.
After looking deeper into the matter; John had discovered that the two had not been as chummy as their peers had thought back in high school. According to his sources Katie had betrayed Kristen and tormented her throughout their high school years.
Just then John received a call that interrupted his trail of thought. The call was a summon from his boss telling him to return to the office. When he got to the office half an hour later he was informed that they had identified the item taken from the deceased by the killer. The deceased parents had identified it as an Amina Vogel designer bracelet given to their daughter on her twenty first birthday by her boyfriend.
Five days later the young detective had been informed of the whereabouts of Kristen. He felt it was time to take some action and bring her down.
I decided that I must do the right thing; after all life is suddenly felt meaningless to me. I called the police in the form of a stranger tipping them off on my whereabouts for it seemed the right thing to do. Earlier on, I went to the bank and withdrew all my money in gold bars amounting to twelve million dollars. I sent three million to my family account for my sisters and brothers, I sent two million to the police department to help with the reconstruction of the police station back home.
Another two million I sent to the account of the detective who is working on my case to fund him for further studies on crime and investigation abroad. Last but not least; the remainder of the money I have donated to charity. All that I had to do is completed; except for one task that remains which I will do shortly.
‘What a disappointment’ John thought. As he looked at the corpse laying in front of him and the revolver that lay next to it. He had been looking forward to taking down the Rottweiler and putting her behind bars for the rest of her life. He folded up the letter he had found clutched in her hand. It had been addressed to him from her. A letter that explained her will. The letter also said that she had killed for revenge; she had hurt all those who had had hurt her in her childhood. John stared at her body and sighed.
“What a pity” he said under his breath.
Ashes for Christmas by Tiyamike Mwale
Cassie checked outside the door to see if they were gone, soon her friends would be lodging in. she checked again to be sure her parents were gone.
Her family was on vacation for Christmas at the pink sands resort. It was just the four of them, her parents, her little sister and herself.
‘What a perfect Christmas holiday’ she thought. She had even gotten in touch with her friends to tell her where she was and they could hardly believe it. The pink sands resort was one of the most expensive and luxurious holiday destinations in the country. She still couldn’t figure out how her parents had managed to come up with the money for the holiday but she didn’t bother herself with that instead she took in the breathtaking view and mused at what a thrilling Christmas it was going to be. She got even more excited at the fact that the friends she had made around the resort and her friends from back home were coming over for a get together she had planned.
She had planned to have it in her and her sister’s cabin but had decided that their parents’ cabin was better because it was much bigger than theirs. She felt a wave of annoyance when she remembered her sister. She wished that her parents had taken her little sister along with them because she didn’t want the hassle of babysitting; all she wanted to do was concentrate on her party. But as fate would have it she had to find a way to balance her party and her little sister.
She desperately looked at her watch and wondered why her friends hadn’t arrived yet, she was about to start panicking but to her delight they arrived a few minutes later. She cheerfully welcomed them and gestured them to come inside. All her friends had arrived and the party was beginning to warm up bit to her surprise she begun to notice that more guests kept arriving and she had no idea who they were. She brushed it off and thought that the more the people the better the party.
The people kept piling in and the cabin was getting full; the rooms were packed and the place was getting a bit rowdy. She couldn’t stand it; she went over to her friends whom she suspected to have invited all these people.
“Who are these people?” she asked them agitated. None of them answered.
Just then a girl she didn’t know staggered towards her and said.
“Cute guys and great beer”
“Beer!” Cassie said in shock and gave her friends a questioning but they just stared at her blankly.
Things were getting out of hand; she hadn’t planned for this nightmare; one that she would definitely get in trouble for and her so called friends did not seem concerned at all. To make matters worse someone switched off the lights and this sent volts of excitement among the crowd. As she walked across the room in dark she felt a cold menacing hand grab her by the waist; she turned around she identify the guy in the moonlight that was gushing through the windows; she saw a ruffled up guy with red eyes that showed no trace of any sanity.
“Let me go you freak!” she screamed as she pushed him only to have him land on the table causing the lit candles that were standing on its surface to fall over set the alcohol drenched carpet alight. Cassie stood there in shock as people went into a panic, trying to escape the fire. Just then her parents entered the cabin and they were taken aback by the chaos as people zoomed past them, but at least her father has the sense to quickly grab the fire extinguisher and put out the fire before it got out of control.
“I expect you will be dropping the check for the damages done here at the office madam” the manager of the resort said to Cassie’s mum. Her mum span around to face Cassie with fiery red eyes that bore great anger in what would have been disappointment had it been something lighter. She had no idea how she would begin to make up for this; she would probably pay for it for the rest of her life.
Her family was on vacation for Christmas at the pink sands resort. It was just the four of them, her parents, her little sister and herself.
‘What a perfect Christmas holiday’ she thought. She had even gotten in touch with her friends to tell her where she was and they could hardly believe it. The pink sands resort was one of the most expensive and luxurious holiday destinations in the country. She still couldn’t figure out how her parents had managed to come up with the money for the holiday but she didn’t bother herself with that instead she took in the breathtaking view and mused at what a thrilling Christmas it was going to be. She got even more excited at the fact that the friends she had made around the resort and her friends from back home were coming over for a get together she had planned.
She had planned to have it in her and her sister’s cabin but had decided that their parents’ cabin was better because it was much bigger than theirs. She felt a wave of annoyance when she remembered her sister. She wished that her parents had taken her little sister along with them because she didn’t want the hassle of babysitting; all she wanted to do was concentrate on her party. But as fate would have it she had to find a way to balance her party and her little sister.
She desperately looked at her watch and wondered why her friends hadn’t arrived yet, she was about to start panicking but to her delight they arrived a few minutes later. She cheerfully welcomed them and gestured them to come inside. All her friends had arrived and the party was beginning to warm up bit to her surprise she begun to notice that more guests kept arriving and she had no idea who they were. She brushed it off and thought that the more the people the better the party.
The people kept piling in and the cabin was getting full; the rooms were packed and the place was getting a bit rowdy. She couldn’t stand it; she went over to her friends whom she suspected to have invited all these people.
“Who are these people?” she asked them agitated. None of them answered.
Just then a girl she didn’t know staggered towards her and said.
“Cute guys and great beer”
“Beer!” Cassie said in shock and gave her friends a questioning but they just stared at her blankly.
Things were getting out of hand; she hadn’t planned for this nightmare; one that she would definitely get in trouble for and her so called friends did not seem concerned at all. To make matters worse someone switched off the lights and this sent volts of excitement among the crowd. As she walked across the room in dark she felt a cold menacing hand grab her by the waist; she turned around she identify the guy in the moonlight that was gushing through the windows; she saw a ruffled up guy with red eyes that showed no trace of any sanity.
“Let me go you freak!” she screamed as she pushed him only to have him land on the table causing the lit candles that were standing on its surface to fall over set the alcohol drenched carpet alight. Cassie stood there in shock as people went into a panic, trying to escape the fire. Just then her parents entered the cabin and they were taken aback by the chaos as people zoomed past them, but at least her father has the sense to quickly grab the fire extinguisher and put out the fire before it got out of control.
“I expect you will be dropping the check for the damages done here at the office madam” the manager of the resort said to Cassie’s mum. Her mum span around to face Cassie with fiery red eyes that bore great anger in what would have been disappointment had it been something lighter. She had no idea how she would begin to make up for this; she would probably pay for it for the rest of her life.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Postings
hello everyone, I know it has been a while since I have posted anything up and I appologise for that. The project is still growing with every session and I am learning alot. We are currently two sessions away from completing GIRL Intellect part of it and I have some of the work that girls have done.
From now on I will be posting their assignments for all of you to view and enjoy. The school is about to complete its academic year so the project will close along with the school and when the school re-opens the project will resume.
The girls attendance has remained consistent and they have been extremely dedicated to the project and very focused as well, I couldn't have asked for a better group to start with. I hope you will offer your constructive critism on their pieces of writing so that they can improve.
The logo is in the final stages of production and the website construction will begin shortly,I am also currently searching for an additonal school so that I can do the project in two schools at the same time. I feel great now that it is established, all that is left now is to spread the word and I am currently speaking to a journalist at the moment who might decide to do a piece on it.I am keeping my fingers crossed!
Yolanda
From now on I will be posting their assignments for all of you to view and enjoy. The school is about to complete its academic year so the project will close along with the school and when the school re-opens the project will resume.
The girls attendance has remained consistent and they have been extremely dedicated to the project and very focused as well, I couldn't have asked for a better group to start with. I hope you will offer your constructive critism on their pieces of writing so that they can improve.
The logo is in the final stages of production and the website construction will begin shortly,I am also currently searching for an additonal school so that I can do the project in two schools at the same time. I feel great now that it is established, all that is left now is to spread the word and I am currently speaking to a journalist at the moment who might decide to do a piece on it.I am keeping my fingers crossed!
Yolanda
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
PROJECT UPDATE
The project is on its way. I have already had three sessions with the girls and so far everything is great. In the first session I taught the girls how to write short stories, this was followed by an activity where every girl was given a story board and some random clippings with which they had to write a story on.
They came up with some great stories which they presented in the next session after I had taught them how to write a book report. I am going to type up the stories and post them up one by one. I am currently dealing with 12 girls, thats 2 more than I expected but it's alright. They all seem keen on what they are learning and are giving the project 100% of their effort.
I am really enjoying myself and I have taken loads of pictures which I am yet to post up. We have changed meeting dates from Thursday & Friday every week to Wednesday and Thursday as some of the girls have other academic commitments to attend to on Friday. We are meeting tomorrow for the summary session and I am looking forward to it.
Till the next update.....Cheers
Yolanda
They came up with some great stories which they presented in the next session after I had taught them how to write a book report. I am going to type up the stories and post them up one by one. I am currently dealing with 12 girls, thats 2 more than I expected but it's alright. They all seem keen on what they are learning and are giving the project 100% of their effort.
I am really enjoying myself and I have taken loads of pictures which I am yet to post up. We have changed meeting dates from Thursday & Friday every week to Wednesday and Thursday as some of the girls have other academic commitments to attend to on Friday. We are meeting tomorrow for the summary session and I am looking forward to it.
Till the next update.....Cheers
Yolanda
Friday, June 18, 2010
FIRST SESSION
I launched the project today (18/06/10) and it was great! I have a good set of girls who are outgoing and very pro-active. Today, we had our first session which was the "get to know" session where I basically chatted with the girls and we played a few ice breaker games.
They are very enthusiastic about the project and this adds to my enthusiasium. I failed to launch the project yesterday because there was a time mix up and by the time I got to the school it was closing time. I have learnt my lesson from this experience and that is to always check to make sure that the time set is the actual time to start.
GIRL Intellect is starting next week and I have already prepared the things I need for the activities and I am looking forward to our next section. The profile forms have not been filled in yet but they should be by the end of next week and they will be posted on the profile page.
I will update the block after every sesseion to keep you posted on what we are doing and the progress made. So be sure to check the blog every Thursday and Friday of every week. If the schedule changes I will be sure to let you know.
Yolanda
They are very enthusiastic about the project and this adds to my enthusiasium. I failed to launch the project yesterday because there was a time mix up and by the time I got to the school it was closing time. I have learnt my lesson from this experience and that is to always check to make sure that the time set is the actual time to start.
GIRL Intellect is starting next week and I have already prepared the things I need for the activities and I am looking forward to our next section. The profile forms have not been filled in yet but they should be by the end of next week and they will be posted on the profile page.
I will update the block after every sesseion to keep you posted on what we are doing and the progress made. So be sure to check the blog every Thursday and Friday of every week. If the schedule changes I will be sure to let you know.
Yolanda
Thursday, June 10, 2010
THE LAUNCH
First let me start by appologizing for not updating the blog for the past few days. Even though I havent kept in touch I have been working hard on the project to ensure that the preparation is done perfectly.
With that said I am pleased to say that the project is ready for the launch. I have purchased all materials needed and finished with all handouts. The school I am starting with is Bambino High school and I will post it's profile on the schools page next week.
We have agreed to launch it on the 17th of June 2010 and the girls have been identified. Once they sign their profiles I will post up their names. I am glad this has all come together beautifully and I hope you will keep track of my progress.
Yolanda
With that said I am pleased to say that the project is ready for the launch. I have purchased all materials needed and finished with all handouts. The school I am starting with is Bambino High school and I will post it's profile on the schools page next week.
We have agreed to launch it on the 17th of June 2010 and the girls have been identified. Once they sign their profiles I will post up their names. I am glad this has all come together beautifully and I hope you will keep track of my progress.
Yolanda
Saturday, June 5, 2010
TASKS COMPLETED FOR PROJECT (5/06/10)
Today was pretty hectic. I went into town to look for price estimates for the stationery and other things for the project. I got them all and I have drawn up the budget and secured the funding for it, so that's done. I just need to go back into town some time next week to go and buy all the things I need.
I have also finished all the handouts that will be needed for the project and i'm glad that's over and done with. All that's left to be done before the preparation is done is the activities for individual sessions and the time schedule for it.
I'll be working on these loose ends next week.
Yolanda
I have also finished all the handouts that will be needed for the project and i'm glad that's over and done with. All that's left to be done before the preparation is done is the activities for individual sessions and the time schedule for it.
I'll be working on these loose ends next week.
Yolanda
Friday, June 4, 2010
TASKS COMPLETED FOR PROJECT (4/06/10)
Today I managed to complete two tasks and those were coming up with the profile form draft and coming up with the speech handouts. In terms of the handouts i just have one more which is the presentation handout.
I also now have to research and find learning materials for the proposal and report writing handouts. Those I am planning to do tomorrow.
That's about it.
Yolanda.
I also now have to research and find learning materials for the proposal and report writing handouts. Those I am planning to do tomorrow.
That's about it.
Yolanda.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
TASKS COMPLETED FOR PROJECT (3/06/10)
Today I met with the deputy principal of a certain school and discussed the project with him. He had graciously decided to help me with the project interms of helping me draw up the schedule and list of fun activities to add to the project.
We talked about the project launch and we are soon to set a date.The meeting was very productive and I got alot of very positive feedback from the school. They are quite excited for me to start and this has greatly encouraged and motivated me.
I am soon to arrange another meeting so that everything is finalized in terms of the activites and schedule. The launch might be in july or September depending on the school calender but the good thing is, it will definately be in the next couple of months.
When everything is finalised with the school, I will post up it's profile and the profiles of the girl's participating once they have been chosen. The main ting I had to do today was the meeting but there are still a few other tasks that i will do later on in the day. I will post them up in tomorrows blog update.
Later
Yolanda
We talked about the project launch and we are soon to set a date.The meeting was very productive and I got alot of very positive feedback from the school. They are quite excited for me to start and this has greatly encouraged and motivated me.
I am soon to arrange another meeting so that everything is finalized in terms of the activites and schedule. The launch might be in july or September depending on the school calender but the good thing is, it will definately be in the next couple of months.
When everything is finalised with the school, I will post up it's profile and the profiles of the girl's participating once they have been chosen. The main ting I had to do today was the meeting but there are still a few other tasks that i will do later on in the day. I will post them up in tomorrows blog update.
Later
Yolanda
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
TASKS COMPLETED FOR PROJECT (2/06/10)
Today i spent most of my afternoon uploading the handouts that I am going to give to the girls during the project. I have published them on the handout page. I have completed all handouts except the speech and presentation ones which I am yet to do.
I have also set up an appointment with a Deputy head teacher of a school for a brain storming session in which will we come up with activities that will be easy and fun for the girls as well as educational in the terms of teaching them the things this project has set out to do.
I have also selected the short stories the girls are going to read and use for their book reports. These stories are: 1. Buck Thirsty by Robert Burton Robinson
2. Chronicles of a mercenary captain by the Worldsmith A.S. Rogers
3.Classical revenge by Robert Burton Robinson
4.Coming short by Allyson Moamogwe
5.Idiots by Joseph Conrad
6.The boscombe valley msytery (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
7.The copper beeches (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
8. The final problem (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
9. Masked Murder by Jeff Davidson
10.The Saloon by Russel Huneke
That's pretty much what I did today but am making quick progress.
I Will keep you posted.
Yolanda
I have also set up an appointment with a Deputy head teacher of a school for a brain storming session in which will we come up with activities that will be easy and fun for the girls as well as educational in the terms of teaching them the things this project has set out to do.
I have also selected the short stories the girls are going to read and use for their book reports. These stories are: 1. Buck Thirsty by Robert Burton Robinson
2. Chronicles of a mercenary captain by the Worldsmith A.S. Rogers
3.Classical revenge by Robert Burton Robinson
4.Coming short by Allyson Moamogwe
5.Idiots by Joseph Conrad
6.The boscombe valley msytery (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
7.The copper beeches (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
8. The final problem (Sherlock Holmes) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
9. Masked Murder by Jeff Davidson
10.The Saloon by Russel Huneke
That's pretty much what I did today but am making quick progress.
I Will keep you posted.
Yolanda
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
TASKS COMPLETED FOR PROJECT (1/06/10)
Today was quite a long day. I begun working at 10am and I have almost finished the tasks i set out to do today inorder to move myself forward and closer to the launching date of GIRL GREATNESS. After searching the web a few days ago for information that I am going to use for the project I finally managed to gather and structure the infomation in a hand out form.
1.TASK ONE (IDENTIFY TEN YOUNG INFLUENTIAL AFRICAN WOMEN)
The biographies of these women are going to be used as case studies for the GIRL Aspire program. The girls will study and evaluate these womens profiles and discussions will be held to find out why these women are successful, what the girls think motivates these women. We will also evaluate how these women dealt with the challenges they faced and identify why they are considered influential and an inspiration to society.
The women I have chosen are:- 1.Isha Sesay (Journalist of Sierra leonean descent)
2.Mame Ramatoulaye Yade (French politian from Senegal)
3.Ayaan Hirsi Ali (Somali feminist)
4.Dr. Dambisa Moyo (Economist from Zambia)
5.Tumi Makagabo (Former CNN anchor from South Africa)
6.Pamela Jelimo (Keyan Athlete)
7.Femi Oke (Former CNN weather anchor from Nigeria)
8.June Sarpong MBE (English television presenter of ghanaian descent)
9.Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Nigerian Writer)
10.Thembi Thadzi (Student and former chair person of the national youth council of malawi)
Most of the personalities I got from a blog that rated most of them as africa's most influential women and ofcourse I had to put our own young personality i.e. Thembi Thadzi.
Apart from finding the personalities I also came up with the handouts on summary writing, note-making, debate conduction and preparation, research conduction and how to write book reports. I am soon to do the speech and presentation handouts and make the GIRL GREATNESS profile fill-in's for the girls. I will post the handouts for you all and once the project starts i will also post the girls' profiles.
That's the progress I made today.
I'll keep you posted as I go along.
Yolanda
1.TASK ONE (IDENTIFY TEN YOUNG INFLUENTIAL AFRICAN WOMEN)
The biographies of these women are going to be used as case studies for the GIRL Aspire program. The girls will study and evaluate these womens profiles and discussions will be held to find out why these women are successful, what the girls think motivates these women. We will also evaluate how these women dealt with the challenges they faced and identify why they are considered influential and an inspiration to society.
The women I have chosen are:- 1.Isha Sesay (Journalist of Sierra leonean descent)
2.Mame Ramatoulaye Yade (French politian from Senegal)
3.Ayaan Hirsi Ali (Somali feminist)
4.Dr. Dambisa Moyo (Economist from Zambia)
5.Tumi Makagabo (Former CNN anchor from South Africa)
6.Pamela Jelimo (Keyan Athlete)
7.Femi Oke (Former CNN weather anchor from Nigeria)
8.June Sarpong MBE (English television presenter of ghanaian descent)
9.Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Nigerian Writer)
10.Thembi Thadzi (Student and former chair person of the national youth council of malawi)
Most of the personalities I got from a blog that rated most of them as africa's most influential women and ofcourse I had to put our own young personality i.e. Thembi Thadzi.
Apart from finding the personalities I also came up with the handouts on summary writing, note-making, debate conduction and preparation, research conduction and how to write book reports. I am soon to do the speech and presentation handouts and make the GIRL GREATNESS profile fill-in's for the girls. I will post the handouts for you all and once the project starts i will also post the girls' profiles.
That's the progress I made today.
I'll keep you posted as I go along.
Yolanda
Monday, May 31, 2010
WHY HAVE I ESTABLISHED THE PROJECT?
I have always been a person interested in people. Interested in the way people think, their opinions,views and the reasons behind them. i have found that it is very easy for me to talk to people even if i am meeting them for the first time.
I can get people to talk, open up and relax. i believe it is a natural God given talent i have been blessed with. I find it very easy to relate to people and this makes it easy for them to talk to me. I love hearing people's stories and I am honestly interested in knowimg their experiences and how they face the challenges of life.
I freely share my experiences because i believe that as much as we learn from our mistakes, we can also learn from the mistakes of others. Over the years i have discovered that people are willing to share their dreams and aspirations with me. It is because of this that i decided to embark on this project.
One of the constant things i have noticed is that many people have dreams and aspirations but they rarely do anything about them. This is due to different reasons; some of them are valid and justifiable but others are just plain excuses. Don't get me wrong! I'm not trying to point fingers here. i have had my fair share of excuses.
There have been plenty of previous ideas that i have had that have (like most ideas) remained just ideas. Buried in the depths of my brain; only to be revived when they come to mind after someone else who had the same idea carried it through. Going after what you want or stepping out on your ideas takes great faith and courage, which most of us never quite get round to gathering.
Why is that so? well we are afraid of failing, afraid of being laughed at when things go bust. But then the question we should really ask ourselves is "What is the worst that could happen?". After asking myself this question i realised that there was actually nothing to fear. This is why i am following my own dream by doing this project.
I Love and enjoy encouraging people and motivating them to do the things that fuel their passion and satisfy their life's purpose and i find that this project is the best platform for me to do this. Since this is my first project, i have decided to start with girls as i feel they are the most that i can relate to right now.
My project aims at teaching girls important writing skills which as an author of my own fiction novel i feel i can offer. I will also equip them with presentation skills and help them nurture their own dreams and talents. If i can go after my dreams, anyone can!. I want them to have the same passion for life and their life's purpose as i have developed for mine.
As you read about my journey of following my dream through this project, i hope you will honestly tell me you views, share your ideas and offer advice where ever you can.
ENJOY!!!
Yolanda
I can get people to talk, open up and relax. i believe it is a natural God given talent i have been blessed with. I find it very easy to relate to people and this makes it easy for them to talk to me. I love hearing people's stories and I am honestly interested in knowimg their experiences and how they face the challenges of life.
I freely share my experiences because i believe that as much as we learn from our mistakes, we can also learn from the mistakes of others. Over the years i have discovered that people are willing to share their dreams and aspirations with me. It is because of this that i decided to embark on this project.
One of the constant things i have noticed is that many people have dreams and aspirations but they rarely do anything about them. This is due to different reasons; some of them are valid and justifiable but others are just plain excuses. Don't get me wrong! I'm not trying to point fingers here. i have had my fair share of excuses.
There have been plenty of previous ideas that i have had that have (like most ideas) remained just ideas. Buried in the depths of my brain; only to be revived when they come to mind after someone else who had the same idea carried it through. Going after what you want or stepping out on your ideas takes great faith and courage, which most of us never quite get round to gathering.
Why is that so? well we are afraid of failing, afraid of being laughed at when things go bust. But then the question we should really ask ourselves is "What is the worst that could happen?". After asking myself this question i realised that there was actually nothing to fear. This is why i am following my own dream by doing this project.
I Love and enjoy encouraging people and motivating them to do the things that fuel their passion and satisfy their life's purpose and i find that this project is the best platform for me to do this. Since this is my first project, i have decided to start with girls as i feel they are the most that i can relate to right now.
My project aims at teaching girls important writing skills which as an author of my own fiction novel i feel i can offer. I will also equip them with presentation skills and help them nurture their own dreams and talents. If i can go after my dreams, anyone can!. I want them to have the same passion for life and their life's purpose as i have developed for mine.
As you read about my journey of following my dream through this project, i hope you will honestly tell me you views, share your ideas and offer advice where ever you can.
ENJOY!!!
Yolanda
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