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Knighted Again – Ch.7 | KT OLLA

VICKIE and Nile grew quite lonely in their younger years, so they chased nothing more than a parent’s love.

The paired lump of destinies enjoyed care and everything maternal. But the luxury they didn’t find were their fathers…

They weren’t there in their lives.

Now all through life they chased their dads till a bigger chaser caught up with them. It was Destiny who caught two kids and brought them close.

Vickie Williams was raised by Sara her mother till she was 9.

The woman went back to her parents in her own country after Paul Williams left her to go back to Cape Town.

Now Sara raised her girl in Cape Islands’ capital Basini, with her life dream being that Vickie would someday grow and beat Paul.

That she’d grow so big he’d feel small.

Well, Sara felt pretty hurt – to say it gently, when the conglomerate boy left her first.

She’d got a big plan up her sleeves. That she’d use Paul to snitch close to the big guns in the clan, pleasure them and spy for them...

Then she’d cause a crack in the cone, ditch Paul and climb right up.

She dreamed to be the heir’s woman.

But that plan crumbled before it ever rose. So the plotter was back in her moma’s house, with Paul William’s girl as her last card.

It was on Vickie she staked her all.

Paul was a nice looking man, so he looked back soon after he’d left.

Yet it was for his daughter’s sake that he looked back. He only called the girl and sent money.

Now when Vickie turned 9, her mother sent her to South Africa, to the music academy where her father worked.

But it wasn’t to meet the man. It was to beat him.

Vickie Williams began to be the trampled grass on which the adults warred, so the little girl felt estranged from her parents.

Now Vickie went to South Africa’s Cape Town to be trained in music. Her mama chose the classical genre which her father taught.

So the girl raced to Cape Town to meet Paul Williams. But it was a stranger she saw in her father.

Vickie trained in the academy from 9 till she was 14. She lived in dormitories managed by an evangelical assembly.

She practiced hard to win the attention of her stout looking father. Stayed longer in the practice room than others, to at least get the man pass by and see.

But then a day came and destiny caught up with the seeking girl.

For peace came pouring down like showers. And it poured down from her hall warden’s lips.

Vickie had gone to the chapel to pour out her frustrations. She never expected to meet anyone there.

She sought a lonely time for her lonely soul. She found the best place to cry.

But that day, Providence found her. For the warden was somewhere seated in the pews quietly bowed out of sight.

So when the older woman heard a girl sob softly from across the aisle, she felt the urge to talk to her.

She went closer and asked her matter, then Vickie broke down and told everything.

Now the woman told the girl of a bigger love, a bigger Dad. A love that would stay and a Dad that’d last.

Vickie broke down crying so much. And that quiet evening her chase came to an end...

For it was Peace that came finding her.

So, when Paul Williams got appointed as head of the Royal Music Academy in Cape Islands, Vickie’s mum asked her to return to take some exams...

So she applied for music at the country’s premier university.

For still, Sara wanted her girl to beat Paul. But destiny was leading her steps to love.

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