1 My parents got together through an arranged marriage. It was to represent a sign of peace between the Kivuli gang and the Imani gang. Asha, my mother, was an herbalist for the Imani gang. She tried her best to keep to herself. However, people knew not to mess with her. People would always describe her as a poisonous wallflower; beautiful to look at but dangerous to touch. Davu, my father, was an arms dealer for the Kivulu gang. I’d say the best way to describe him is as an erratic wolf. He will always have your back, but in his own special way. Honestly, they were chosen because each gang figured that if either one had crossed the other, then they would have a fighting chance.
If you passively accept evil, then are you as guilty as the one who perpetrates it? Zola has always felt like she was on the outside looking in. Is this perspective a gift or a curse, beneficial or injurious? In the end, does it even matter?