COLORFUL, A Love Story : A delicate story about a self-taught painter who undergoes a series of colorful events.
Author - Refioe Mooi. Editors - Refioe Mooi & Thandi Mooi. New chapters are posted every week, (Wednesday)
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More Novels By Refioe Purchase Here Chapter One - Nathan Worth My name is Nathan Worth and I was born in Polokwane, an exceptional city in Limpopo, one filled with delight and unending pleasures. However, my stay in Limpopo was not that lengthy, due to the fact that my father and I could not see eye to eye. At the age of eighteen I readily relocated to Soweto, but I had never set foot there prior to my stay. I am a painter, a self-taught painter and to me, the latter is not just a mere profession but rather, an engraved aspiration to my heart. Both my parents were renowned accountants, they even had their own reputable firm, one that worked with prestigious companies, my father was more fond of his profession, sadly, his relentless fondness suspended a misfortune upon our relationship, because he was always compelling me to resemble him in every way, yet I'm not entirely sure if the latter was rendered consciously; but in all honesty...
More Novels By Refioe Mooi Purchase Here Chapter Ten - Unfriendly Deeds The Next Morning. The next morning came about and it seemed my mother was at sea, for she could not remember anything regarding the previous night. Furthermore, she was extremely worried that she had spent the night away from home without informing her husband but little did she know that I had already briefed my father on her behalf and I immediately liberated her from discomfort by declaring my father’s awareness of her whereabouts. There-upon she succumbed to tranquility but as she was gradually gaining remembrance of the encounter she had with Chloe Rush, misery infiltrated her uplifted mood and tore her into irreversible pieces. I was honestly hoping that she would be at ease by this time, but it seemed I was biting off more than I could chew. My mother tried to assemble herself for work but I politely asked her to refrain for a day or two, and surely my father would understand, the kind of state my moth...
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,...
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