In this raging war called life we constantly find ourselves chasing corrosive love with eroded hearts. We become convicts of our pasts hence we cast our pearls before the swines. We bow for mediocrity because of our backgrounds that assassinate. We take the slope for forbidden deeds hence we find ourselves haunted by fate and a dark omen. We sometimes suffer penalties of association and find ourselves in bad karma villes. Lerato finds herself being a victim of prey and kissed the grave in the hands of a desperate partner