Passport Please

 

Her eyes sparkled with hope as the plane approached the runway. A mix of anxiety and excitement stirred in her belly two emotions at war within. She stood at the brink of a decision that would change her life forever. Vulsie, short and slim, often felt invisible. To stand out, she wore bold Bob Marley locks, decorated with beads and rings that hung past her waist. Not the typical look for a lawyer, but that was the point. Her red-bottom statement heels clicked with purpose, masking a life unraveling beneath.

Everyone thought she had her ducks in a row. Truth was, they weren’t ducks just squirrels in a wild party.

She had just been disbarred by the Law Society of Bukoni, her license revoked. Her firm collapsed. Her fiancé of three years broke off their engagement two months before the wedding. The news spread like wildfire papers, blogs, tabloids even whispers in church pews. Her old primary school headmaster with his low-hanging glasses also had something to say. Vulsie had been the role model of her mukono village she would occasionally be called to mentor young girls .

The church had once been her sanctuary, but even there her reputation had preceded her , the council of elders had sat and passed a verdict. she was asked to step down from service. “Such characters are not welcome in the house of the Lord,” they said. If she wanted, she could take back her tithes.
No one wanted her version of the story. That she, too, had been deceived. But in the court of public opinion, truth always comes last. The more the story spread, the sweeter the gossip became. Everyone had their own version and none of them were hers.

the crashed spirit, reputation, and bank account. Her main accounts were frozen. Her phone buzzed nonstop until she finally shut it off. Silence was better than shame.

But one morning, with swollen eyes and a shaky breath, Vulsie decided to leave it all behind.

This new city held no memories, no accusations. Just endless possibilities and maybe, a second chance. A place where she could be unknown and unjudged where she could begin again.

She took one last look at her old life through the plane window and whispered, “Never again.”

Then came the sharp voice at the checkpoint.

“Passport, please.”

She blinked, gathered herself, and handed it over with a trembling hand but a steady heart.https://storieshetells.com