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Troy Baker is a man at the top of his game, or at least he would be if not for a crippling genetic condition that threatens his future mobility, medication can give him a decent standard of life, but he will never be able to return to his old job on the oil rigs. But Troy doesn’t need to work again, he has saved wisely, now he has reached the point in his life where he wants to settle, to send down some roots and find a place to belong.
Kenya, he decides, now all that he needs is the perfect woman, probably a tall order, but of course, at that point he has never met sexy Halisi Balala, the beautiful manager of his Nairobi hotels restaurant, she seems perfect, but there is a problem, Troy is a Christian, and she is Swahili. A Muslim.

Can they breach the gulf between them?
Can love truly conquer all?

Find out in this BWWM Romantic Short Story

Product type: EBook    Published by: PMO Publishing    Published: 12 / 2016

We do not recommend this book for readers under 18 years of age

No. words: 11220

Style: Romance -    Interracial Romance, Romance Short Story

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

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Excerpt..

Dawn broke over the lowveld, the birds heralding its arrival with a chorus of song as fingers of hazy light drove out the darkness and painted the bush in soft pastel browns and yellows. Another day had begun, and the African bush basked in the fresh coolness, a moment of preparation before the sun rose fully and seared the earth.
Troy Baker sat outside his rented bungalow and sipped coffee, he loved dawn in the bush, he loved the unspoiled wildness off the Kruger Park... he loved Africa, and all things African. British born, Troy had felt the wander lust at an early age, the fact that he had never been able to sink lasting roots anywhere added to his need to journey, the only son of a corporate trouble-shooter he was never in one place for very long. His father was an axe man, or so he had overheard as a child, the man that head office sent when they wanted a shake-up or for heads to roll. The image had confused the young boy, axe man – heads rolling! His mind had raced. Travis, his father had lived out of a suitcase, and Troy had inherited the same flexibility, he never worried that he was seldom in any school for long enough to make friends. He always knew that another move would soon be on the cards, a new adventure, new home, new surroundings, new challenges.
The sum of his unstable childhood and scrambled education, snatches of different systems and syllabus, never held him back, “The early years made me who I am today!” he often told detractors, it had given him confidence and resilience, unflappable, some called him, arrogant others whispered well out of his earshot. Troy was a fighter, he never gave an inch, a natural intelligence had seen him through the multitude of schools, and reaching the age when he could safely live alone he had grasped a place in University, it was the first time that he had not travelled on with his father, Troy had settled and studied. He emerged with his degree and dived headlong into oil.
And oil had treated him well, oil had taken him to the Middle East and the fields of Kuwait, to the Latin metropolis of Rio de Janeiro, to the offshore riches of Angola... and finally to exploration on Lake Albert in the west of Uganda.
Now that contract was behind him and Troy had time to relax. Grabbing the first available flight south he had headed to Johannesburg, he loved South Africa, the wonderful mix of cultures, the Rainbow Nation as they called themselves, East and West met in the coastal cities. In other areas First World and Third World rubbed shoulders, sometimes uncomfortably, for Troy, the country had everything, unspoiled Africa in the vast National Parks and Reserves, authentic culture in the remote areas, holiday atmosphere on the east coast and when everything became just a little too African, it was possible to escape to areas like Sandton and dive into largely European culture. Wanting relaxation without distraction, he had hired a car and driven roughly north-east, his destination, the sprawling Kruger National Park, once the private hunting reserve of the fledgling nations founder, President Paul Kruger, the untouched wedge of Africa amounted to a similar land area to the country of Belgium, Troy always found it ironic that an area one reserved for the slaughter of wildlife now offered one of the few truly safe places left on earth for many endangered species.
Now Troy sipped his coffee and stared out to the wild bush, and rolled the most pressing question in his life around, his contract had ended and realistically he knew there wouldn't ever be another. His illness had been caught in time the specialist had told him to his relief, but also, just a little too late! The statement had created confusion, the elation of caught in time dulled by the added too late!
“Basically.”
The Indian specialist had adjusted his glasses, maybe a nervous reaction to giving less than positive news, maybe simply a habit. “Basically, yes, we have caught the degradation before it threatens mobility, and with treatment there is absolutely no reason that the joints should deteriorate any further.”
“But?” Troy had prompted, he didn't appreciate kid gloves, he much preferred the direct and blunt approach.
“Had we diagnosed this a year ago...” he began.
“Don't pussy-foot around Doc,” Troy interrupted, “Just give it to me straight.”
The doctor swallowed and nodded. “Being straight. Mr Baker, it is going to get worse before the medication can have any lasting effect.”
“Okay,” Troy nodded, “So I'm going to lose some mobility for a while.”
The doctor shook his head, “I'm afraid that it isn't quite as simple as that, yes you will continue to lose mobility, and yes, when the medication begins to take control the condition will stabilise and not get any worse... but I am sorry to say... It won't get any better either. Mr Baker, you should make plans regarding your career because I am sorry to say that you will not pass a medical again for field work.”
“How bad?” he had asked quietly.
“At best,” the doctor replied with a look of genuine regret, “You will need a cane to walk!”
Troy nodded and held up his hand, he didn't need to hear the worst case scenario, “Thanks Doc,” he replied, “I got the picture now.”


Excerpt..

Dawn broke over the lowveld, the birds heralding its arrival with a chorus of song as fingers of hazy light drove out the darkness and
painted the bush in soft pastel browns and yellows. Another day had begun, and the African bush basked in the fresh coolness, a moment of
preparation before the sun rose fully and seared the earth.

Troy Baker sat outside his rented bungalow and sipped coffee, he loved dawn in the bush, he loved the unspoiled wildness off the Kruger
Park... he loved Africa, and all things African. British born, Troy had felt the wander lust at an early age, the fact that he had never
been able to sink lasting roots anywhere added to his need to journey, the only son of a corporate trouble-shooter he was never in one place
for very long. His father was an axe man, or so he had overheard as a child, the man that head office sent when they wanted a shake-up or
for heads to roll. The image had confused the young boy, axe man – heads rolling! His mind had raced. Travis, his father had lived out of a
suitcase, and Troy had inherited the same flexibility, he never worried that he was seldom in any school for long enough to make friends. He
always knew that another move would soon be on the cards, a new adventure, new home, new surroundings, new challenges.

The sum of his unstable childhood and scrambled education, snatches of different systems and syllabus, never held him back, “The early years
made me who I am today!” he often told detractors, it had given him confidence and resilience, unflappable, some called him, arrogant others
whispered well out of his earshot. Troy was a fighter, he never gave an inch, a natural intelligence had seen him through the multitude of
schools, and reaching the age when he could safely live alone he had grasped a place in University, it was the first time that he had not
travelled on with his father, Troy had settled and studied. He emerged with his degree and dived headlong into oil.

And oil had treated him well, oil had taken him to the Middle East and the fields of Kuwait, to the Latin metropolis of Rio de Janeiro, to
the offshore riches of Angola... and finally to exploration on Lake Albert in the west of Uganda.

Now that contract was behind him and Troy had time to relax. Grabbing the first available flight south he had headed to Johannesburg, he
loved South Africa, the wonderful mix of cultures, the Rainbow Nation as they called themselves, East and West met in the coastal cities. In
other areas First World and Third World rubbed shoulders, sometimes uncomfortably, for Troy, the country had everything, unspoiled Africa in
the vast National Parks and Reserves, authentic culture in the remote areas, holiday atmosphere on the east coast and when everything became
just a little too African, it was possible to escape to areas like Sandton and dive into largely European culture. Wanting relaxation
without distraction, he had hired a car and driven roughly north-east, his destination, the sprawling Kruger National Park, once the private
hunting reserve of the fledgling nations founder, President Paul Kruger, the untouched wedge of Africa amounted to a similar land area to
the country of Belgium, Troy always found it ironic that an area one reserved for the slaughter of wildlife now offered one of the few truly
safe places left on earth for many endangered species.

Now Troy sipped his coffee and stared out to the wild bush, and rolled the most pressing question in his life around, his contract had ended
and realistically he knew there wouldn't ever be another. His illness had been caught in time the specialist had told him to his relief, but
also, just a little too late! The statement had created confusion, the elation of caught in time dulled by the added too late!

“Basically.”

The Indian specialist had adjusted his glasses, maybe a nervous reaction to giving less than positive news, maybe simply a habit.
“Basically, yes, we have caught the degradation before it threatens mobility, and with treatment there is absolutely no reason that the
joints should deteriorate any further.”

“But?” Troy had prompted, he didn't appreciate kid gloves, he much preferred the direct and blunt approach.

“Had we diagnosed this a year ago...” he began.

“Don't pussy-foot around Doc,” Troy interrupted, “Just give it to me straight.”

The doctor swallowed and nodded. “Being straight. Mr Baker, it is going to get worse before the medication can have any lasting effect.” />
“Okay,” Troy nodded, “So I'm going to lose some mobility for a while.”

The doctor shook his head, “I'm afraid that it isn't quite as simple as that, yes you will continue to lose mobility, and yes, when the
medication begins to take control the condition will stabilise and not get any worse... but I am sorry to say... It won't get any better
either. Mr Baker, you should make plans regarding your career because I am sorry to say that you will not pass a medical again for field
work.”

“How bad?” he had asked quietly.

“At best,” the doctor replied with a look of genuine regret, “You will need a cane to walk!”

Troy nodded and held up his hand, he didn't need to hear the worst case scenario, “Thanks Doc,” he replied, “I got the picture now.”


Excerpt..

Dawn broke over the lowveld, the birds heralding its arrival with a chorus of song as fingers of hazy light drove out the darkness and

painted the bush in soft pastel browns and yellows. Another day had begun, and the African bush basked in the fresh coolness, a moment of

preparation before the sun rose fully and seared the earth.


Troy Baker sat outside his rented bungalow and sipped coffee, he loved dawn in the bush, he loved the unspoiled wildness off the Kruger

Park... he loved Africa, and all things African. British born, Troy had felt the wander lust at an early age, the fact that he had never

been able to sink lasting roots anywhere added to his need to journey, the only son of a corporate trouble-shooter he was never in one place

for very long. His father was an axe man, or so he had overheard as a child, the man that head office sent when they wanted a shake-up or

for heads to roll. The image had confused the young boy, axe man – heads rolling! His mind had raced. Travis, his father had lived out of a

suitcase, and Troy had inherited the same flexibility, he never worried that he was seldom in any school for long enough to make friends. He

always knew that another move would soon be on the cards, a new adventure, new home, new surroundings, new challenges.


The sum of his unstable childhood and scrambled education, snatches of different systems and syllabus, never held him back, “The early years

made me who I am today!” he often told detractors, it had given him confidence and resilience, unflappable, some called him, arrogant others

whispered well out of his earshot. Troy was a fighter, he never gave an inch, a natural intelligence had seen him through the multitude of

schools, and reaching the age when he could safely live alone he had grasped a place in University, it was the first time that he had not

travelled on with his father, Troy had settled and studied. He emerged with his degree and dived headlong into oil.


And oil had treated him well, oil had taken him to the Middle East and the fields of Kuwait, to the Latin metropolis of Rio de Janeiro, to

the offshore riches of Angola... and finally to exploration on Lake Albert in the west of Uganda.


Now that contract was behind him and Troy had time to relax. Grabbing the first available flight south he had headed to Johannesburg, he

loved South Africa, the wonderful mix of cultures, the Rainbow Nation as they called themselves, East and West met in the coastal cities. In

other areas First World and Third World rubbed shoulders, sometimes uncomfortably, for Troy, the country had everything, unspoiled Africa in

the vast National Parks and Reserves, authentic culture in the remote areas, holiday atmosphere on the east coast and when everything became

just a little too African, it was possible to escape to areas like Sandton and dive into largely European culture. Wanting relaxation

without distraction, he had hired a car and driven roughly north-east, his destination, the sprawling Kruger National Park, once the private

hunting reserve of the fledgling nations founder, President Paul Kruger, the untouched wedge of Africa amounted to a similar land area to

the country of Belgium, Troy always found it ironic that an area one reserved for the slaughter of wildlife now offered one of the few truly

safe places left on earth for many endangered species.


Now Troy sipped his coffee and stared out to the wild bush, and rolled the most pressing question in his life around, his contract had ended

and realistically he knew there wouldn't ever be another. His illness had been caught in time the specialist had told him to his relief, but

also, just a little too late! The statement had created confusion, the elation of caught in time dulled by the added too late!


“Basically.”


The Indian specialist had adjusted his glasses, maybe a nervous reaction to giving less than positive news, maybe simply a habit.

“Basically, yes, we have caught the degradation before it threatens mobility, and with treatment there is absolutely no reason that the

joints should deteriorate any further.”


“But?” Troy had prompted, he didn't appreciate kid gloves, he much preferred the direct and blunt approach.


“Had we diagnosed this a year ago...” he began.


“Don't pussy-foot around Doc,” Troy interrupted, “Just give it to me straight.”


The doctor swallowed and nodded. “Being straight. Mr Baker, it is going to get worse before the medication can have any lasting effect.”
/>

“Okay,” Troy nodded, “So I'm going to lose some mobility for a while.”


The doctor shook his head, “I'm afraid that it isn't quite as simple as that, yes you will continue to lose mobility, and yes, when the

medication begins to take control the condition will stabilise and not get any worse... but I am sorry to say... It won't get any better

either. Mr Baker, you should make plans regarding your career because I am sorry to say that you will not pass a medical again for field

work.”


“How bad?” he had asked quietly.


“At best,” the doctor replied with a look of genuine regret, “You will need a cane to walk!”


Troy nodded and held up his hand, he didn't need to hear the worst case scenario, “Thanks Doc,” he replied, “I got the picture now.”



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Beth Kean began writing in 2014 and concentrates mostly in the Romance genre writing short stories about ordinary people, she enjoys writing interracial romance with strong black women finding understanding white men. Beth also ventures into the spicier side of the romance genre including a few erotic short stories.

 


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