Mr Mooi's Serialized Novels

      More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Seven - Billy, The Swiss Painter March 2016 A lot had happened since the previous chapter, “Helpless” but I dare say that all that had transpired was in line with my longing, for my art business was rapidly flourishing and people in abundance were incessantly growing more and more fond of my artwork. Henceforth; I was no longer residing in Soweto for I had relocated to Maboneng, an amiable location in Johannesburg. The rent was slightly high compared to my previous apartment, but it was only fair, I mean, I was residing in Maboneng, a place filled with undeniable captivation and my new place was as comfortable as an old shoe.  Nonetheless, my art shop was still in Soweto, yet I was relentlessly thinking about moving it to Maboneng as well but I did not want to be hasty, because haste makes waste and I did not want to fall prey to the latter. My mother and I were still in touch, unfortunately,...

   More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Six - Helpless It is saddening that my attempts of harmless generosity led to disharmony. For my father was adamant with bated breath that my mother was to blame for all that was happening and he was also fixated on the fact that my mother was lending me a hand financially and that made him feel tremendously defied. I yearned to do something but not while my father was still angered by my recent deeds, yet my mother had asked me not to reach out to my father on her behalf because that would only add fuel to the fire and we did not want that to happen but that plight made me feel helpless. I hadn't travelled a lot around Soweto since I was always at work, though I would hear people say it's a fun place consisting of an abundance of activities. Furthermore, I hadn't made friends as well, so I was always alone but that did not bother me at all and in all sincerity, I did not want a lot of friends, I just need...

   More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Five - Gestures Having a discerning eye has always been one of my attributes, so my pursuit of finding suitable gifts for my parents was not a needle in a haystack, I knew exactly what to purchase for them, I just needed to find affordable stores to get them their gifts. My mother was a very simple person, she was not selective at all and she knew how to display gestures of gratefulness when kindness was lengthened to her. I immensely admired my mother, for she never allowed her success to change her personality. She did her utmost to tenderly maintain her humility and respect for others despite their calibers and I loved that about her. So I willfully decided to buy her a handbag, she was extremely in love with handbags and I completely understand that women in abundance possibly share that sentiment but I feel like it was slightly different with my mother. I remember when my dad was still a gentleman toward...

   More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Four - Endearment The month of November came about and my zeal was still weighed down but I continued to work my fingers to the bone because I knew that my endless hard work would one day be high-yielding. I went to my store every single day and I did that with passion and resilience, even though I was slightly anxious about my art not selling immediately but I was not excessively ill at ease because I had saved up enough money and that suspended a cloud of fulfilment upon me. I had taught myself to be triumphantly happy and fulfilled with the things I had because being too ambitious would only strip me off my happiness. Not to be impolite but my father was a precise resemblance of the phrase "too ambitious", for we had everything at home but he still desired to achieve more and that is why I did not want to be like him, for I was in pursuit of simplicity and I had nothing against the life h...

   More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Three - Attempts There are plentiful styles of painting, such as spray painting, watercolor painting and oil painting. I was genuinely familiar with all of them but oil painting had rapidly become my favorite, I was amazingly skilled at using oil paint and my art work was adored by many who witnessed it. I am fond of nature and most of my art revolved around depictions of nature, I tenderly captured sights of beautiful mountains, the rising of the sun, the jiggling of the moon and ocean waves. It's a pity my father never bothered to see any of my work, as he made it his obligation to purposely turn a blind eye to it and I was okay with that since I could not force him to indulge in something he disliked. On the other hand, my mother was enticed by my skill and she was always eager to see more of my artistry, perhaps that is one of the reasons she never objected to my desires, for she could see the enormity of...