VICKIE William’s story started right before the girl was born. It started with her mama chasing the glamour.
Sara was quite the gutsy island girl. She’d got the looks, then she was smarter than average...
So along with beauty and brains came ambition.
So, naturally, when she got into South Africa’s University of Cape Town where she opted for law, she didn’t flow with most guys.
Instead, she went for the son of a conglomerate family in town.
But then the dude wasn’t the heir of the clan. So he was playing around the university’s music department.
Sara liked him and won him, and owned him. The boy’s name was Paul Williams.
So the teenagers got so close that by their final year they were talking future.
Paul liked Sara for talking big and dreaming wild. Her drive always fired him up to chase something big.
But Paul would be too hurt to learn this. That Sara was using him to climb.
Sara became pregnant, then the Williams’s heard and started war. The lovebirds eloped to the farthest place they could think of.
They wanted to flee north of Africa, but they stopped just before the hot deserts.
They came off their flight in Kampala of Uganda. And there they had Victoria.
But a house built with false brick has just the same fate as a trust raised by false love.
For when the baby came and needs climbed, young Sara recalled why she found Paul.
And she nagged him so much that she spilled everything.
She spilled her secret, and Paul left.
Paul Williams went back to Cape Town to live his father’s dream. He was given an appointment at an elite music academy and was asked to prove himself.
Sara also left for Cape Islands with her girl. She went back by water, rail and road.
For as much as Vickie and Nile crawled near, a bigger force seemed to pull them apart.
The baby left by Lake Victoria.
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