By Moses Abeka
The Cease And Sickle Rema met the Kukaliba Rema. They had striking resemblance, but the difference was quite obvious. Both dimples sunk deep, their voices powerful and mind blowing but the Remas almost ran into each other for they had failed to recognise each other.
The Gagamel Rema, looked to be the older one. She had had an argument over transport the previous night and the Ugachick money was yet to be delivered. She had to travel upcountry for the show and largely remained the lighter shade in the shadows of fame.
The wrinkles were vivid and the Stamina hit maker was the only joy. She contemplated attending lectures. She thought of the degree and retakes. But the stamina guy had made it without one and those who did prayed to be in her stilletos. They dreamt. She looked in the mirror, looking through her, it was time for, Fire Tonight. She walked out of the comfort.
The new Rema is in London soon returning to hold her maiden concert.
