**CHAPTER ONE** 11th January Dear Diary……. I had it all calculated until it went so wrong, A nightmare I cannot fathom. Was I really a criminal? I have no idea where my dear family is…maybe this is how dying feels like, to call and not be heard, to be there and not be seen. Afraid of my own shadow, to fear night but shiver in terror at the break of dawn. Allow me to take you back to the day I actually died and How it all begun…. It was a rainy cold boring day. There was a power cut and my buttery was dead earlier than I had planned. I later decided to start writing, maybe a piece of mind is really what I needed. But who was Melisa? Well Melisa was a simple girl with large ideas…lol.. her full names were Melisa Likando Banda…I know what you might be thinking, how come? Funny names right? if you are so traditional, but hey my parents decided to get married and they wanted me to have both their identities. Melz ( short of Melisa ) grew up in Lusaka’s Kabulonga...
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