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MILES OF TRAGEDY

Book the first inspired by the great writer Daniel Handler well known as Lemony snicket. A great man of his own words.

           

                             

Introduction

Hey! how are you, it's actually a proper way to brighten someone's day. A day that might have started in an unfortunate manner, a mile a mile, miles away from goodness!.

If you are looking forward on a fairy tale or a book of glamor ' used as a word for greatness and positively', you might as well "STOP", yes I said it, I the unknown, one hidden in the shadows of a dim view. A view no one can see .Lack of aplomb!, one that makes a dead soul wish for a great escape in eternity, "to death you've captured me".

But in the life of Lucas mzilikazi it was never a  long mile on a "hot seat", words used to describe a tricky situation, probably a problem as many people would say'. He was a man of his own words.

        CHAPTER THE BEGINNER

A lost one

A grate legend once said, "a life we live one for once , given a chance, some handed and most to fight for. An unfair one we sure can't pray for tomorrow . All hidden within the shadows of life we shall try again when we fall. Even with health survival is not a must.

This were the words covering and dwelling through Lucus soul when his fathers coffin went down the grave. Tragic, was the only word that can fully  explain or describe the misfortune that was about to rule his life . For the king  has fallen down the market, being shot for being a black man with words!, words for freedom, words for change  and change is what black folks needed. To hell with Bantu education we are all equal. A world of hope, hope, hope!. I hope he was still alive.

(Dear Lucas father I hope your soul is free I hope you are in a happy place. For one is narrating yours for you aren't here. In the land of the living we never met).

A beautiful morning it was a morning after tears. Tears shed for the beloved one, for a journey awaken him, a path he never planned for, to meet his late ones, I hope he finds peace in eternity , he shall be remembered for his good work.

(To my very own granny Diamond I hope we meet in eternity for I've grown closer to your soul. I sure not know nor heard your voice. I was born late, late you are).

Although it was a good morning in Kwamashu township, it was never a good one at the Mzilikazi family. A family of five excluding the late. The small bond house of four rooms contained of ugogo Nofoto(76) , his mother Angelica of 45, Lucas wife Matilda aged 24 , his son bongikonsi of two years and Mr Mzilikazi him self.

I have no choice but to join the others in the mine , I can't fight, his strength i never inherited, I'm not fearless like him, I just want to provide a home for you, a table for you. A bright one for our son. My mother has been through alot. 'Voice trembles', I wish he taught  me his ways. Life is hard, and a family I must maintain said Lucas to his wife in the evening past the hour of hens. I shall go there tomorrow.