THE LAZY VILLAGE BELLE

Chapter 1: A Sleepy Haven In the heart of a quaint little village called Willowbrook, nestled beneath the rolling hills and surrounded by vibrant meadows, there lived a young woman named Daisy. She was known as the lazy village belle among the villagers, a reputation she had earned due to her fondness for leisure and a reluctance to partake in the daily hustle and bustle. Daisy resided with her mother, Mary, in a charming, ivy-covered cottage that sat at the edge of a verdant forest. With its thatched roof and colorful flowers adorning the trellises, the cottage was a symbol of tranquility amidst the bustling village. Her love and compassion for nature was so pure, she woke up every morning to take care of the flowers that she had surrounded their cottage a culture that was no where considered in Willowbrook. It was to this character that most people in the village derived her laziness. she never joined farm work, as per the village culture to all women in Willowbrook town. Who on earth would chose such a woman for a wife, was her beauty to stand for her core?, How will she manage the life of marriage in Willowbrook town. stated Louise, the beevy by her side cheered, it was known to the village, the bad blood that Daisy and Louise held. who could stand her ground before Louise, she was the I desire, I get lady, with the sultan's backing ,who on earth would raise a voice upon her. The trio continued to harass Daisy daily as though it was okay to do, in fact, it was all known in the whole town, that it became a proverb in the Willowbrook town saying, "A day with out a meet, is a no Sun day. Daisy started off to the well with her small sized pot, it was a mini pot to her age in the community as it was shame for a young lady of her age to use such a pot for the stream cores. In her sluggish manner, she walked to the stream, it was by this time as agreed with her only friend Allen to walk the stream journey. Hey, Daisy, called a voice from the other route, a dark skinned but chubby lady came to the area of view, her clumsy hair style portrayed the beauty of Africa. Yes, it was the praised Nigerian Igbo hair style that would never leave class behind. Allen, carried her age mate sized water pot. her feet left a heavy sound on the ground upon of every of her step. walking with a chithat, the duo went forth walking to the stream, the company of Allen always left Daisy full of joy, it was around her that she felt t e peace of her age growth, she was not taking by the said stories about her for she treasured every time they held. Look who comes, even a snail will outwalk her if put on a race, Why still remain in our beautiful Willowbrook town, Louise shouted, summoning her company to surround the two, Allen, are you with us or with her,? Becky asked?, To be continued...