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In the quiet streets of Kabwe’s old town, where life moved slowly and neighbors still greeted each other by name, lived Chimwemwe, a young man full of dreams but empty of opportunities. He had no stable job, no car, no fancy plans—only a heart that beat stubbornly for one woman: Tikambenji, known as TK to those closest to her. TK was beauty mixed with ambition. Her smile could soften a storm, and her laugh carried warmth like nshima on a cold morning. When she chose Chimwemwe, people whispered: “Awe sure, how do you choose a man with no future?” “That boy has nothing—how will he take care of you?” “Love alone won’t cook in the pot.” But TK always answered with the stubborn faith of a woman who believed in what others couldn’t see: “Love is not built on what someone has, but who they are.” And Chimwemwe… he loved her with everything he didn’t have. But love is not blind—it sees everything. It sees the empty pockets. It feels the pressure from friends. It hears the subtle questions from ...