staring at the ceiling

the spiderwebs.

she chuckled and sat up. she pulled off her cloths and held a mirror.

how could she be so blind to notice her bulging stomach.

how didn't she noticed that her child hid comfortably in her belly and decide to grow.

she stood and went towards the door, she closed it and went back to sit.

her stomach was quite obvious.

"hello baby", she spoke to the foetus in her womb.
"I know you can hear me, you know my plans, my plans to terminate you, to kill you, you must think am an awful person, a wicked mother but am not, this world you are so persistent to see is nothing as you think, it is full of pain, aguish, sufferings, humiliation and tribulations.


I was once like you, I differed my mothers wish to be aborted, I wanted to have a feel of life, that was my greatest undoing, my biggest regret.


its better for you to stop clinging to me, your father was an evil man and your birth would be another taboo, hunger will greet your first cry, starvation would be the garment you put on, and humans would trample on you as a foot mat.


go back to you maker, go back to peace and serenity and forget this evil world. please I beg of you my child".


At the very moment, she noticed it.
she felt it.

her child's first kick.
and she knew this child was determined to stay.
to see the world.

Ur writing is dope!

Interesting

I feel so sad for her, but I also like her conversation with her unborn. This is a starrt up to a good mother and child relationship

Mehnn....you're good.

More!!!

thanks everyone, your contribution really matters.

she waited for Maggie to come, it was obvious she had a customer.

she decided to go out to the reception to free her head, she stood up and dragged her Jean trouser up, tucking in her stomach.

she wondered how she would cope with her pregnancy.

will she be a pregnant prostitute she wondered.

she realized she didn't have money on her and she still needs to pay back Maggie.

she wanted to sober about how life was unfair and why it offered one tragedy after another, but she urged herself not to despair.

life had fought her severally with her running. she needs to stand her ground and face reality.

it was evening.

A good time to get customers.

she realized she was hungry, she hadn't eaten since she came back from the hospital.

she went outside, the smell of hot suya tormented her. she was ready to do anything to get that suya.

she looked around.

hoping to see a potential customer, one that can convert her body to money.

like an answered prayer she sighted a guy.
he was young, dark and lanky, he looked fifteen.

she had sworn not to do underage but she had no choice now. she was hungry and in debt.

after all who cares she thought.

she went to him and said hi.
he was with his friends and they were all giggling.

' today na him sixteenth birthday and him still be virgin we wan introduce am into the sweetness of the world" the eldest, roughest and wildest looking one among them said in between cigarette puffs.


he asked her price and she told him.

"aaaaaah, so toh*toh don cost like this, Nawoa o, but anyway treat this my nigga well o, ride am wella" he said loudly and unashamedly.

she led the young and shy boy in, she wanted to reject the offer but a hungry stomach has no conscience.

thirty minute later, charles a.k.a doncharly, the son of a Rev. lost his virginity to a pregnant prostitute.

one more damaged soul was introduced to the world.

Hmmmm....kip up da good job mizqoute....thumbs up.

Slow but steady
We are getting there

innocent child see how she was declaring bad things into her life

What a captivating one..keep to d rite.

Misquote: you just made my day!

Charles AKA Doncharley, the son of a Rev, lost his virginity to a pregnant prostitute... is almost an exact description of me, although I'm actually the grandson of a Reverend and my first sex was with a pregnant girl, not a prostitute.

You are awesome!

Doncharlyosumo nice mentioning your in this story
she's really good

Don charley why a pregnant girl na?

Barney11:
Don charley why a pregnant girl na?

I didn't know back then. It was still early and unnoticeable.

Anyways she told me about it and got rid of it later.

doncharleyosumo:
Misquote: you just made my day!

Charles AKA Doncharley, the son of a Rev, lost his virginity to a pregnant prostitute... is almost an exact description of me, although I'm actually the grandson of a Reverend and my first sex was with a pregnant girl, not a prostitute.

You are awesome!

Are you serious?
the spirit is working.lolz

thanks my paddies dem.
next update is set.

if you re interested in being part of the characters drop ur names.

yeah.. I'm interested... Name ; Yusuf

Use my name

what a Mind blowing story. Missquote u ar gifted., cant wait 4 updates..

I came across your thread and I must say the storyline has been very interesting,I noticed that your middle belt descent is affecting your grammar and please you would do well to stop using "they" where you are supposed to use "the"or "there" just my 2kobo...the story is the bomb and I checked up your profile (nutty me) and realised bug things come in small packaging...attack girl way to go.

Osman, Rawman

she was at the point in her life where she took one step at a time.

she didn't think of her condition or situation. she went about her daily business, oblivious of what tomorrow's holds.

she became the cynosure of all eyes, even her co-prostitutes whispered when she passed.

some made cruel snide comments.

"wonder shall never end o" a tall burnt looking lady known as 'mecca gold' exclaimed.

" nothing wey person no dey see o, imagine 'ashe', dey carry belle do business, if na girl she go born the pikin go be confam 'pro',

piken wey don dey see different specie of 'madagar' inside im mama womb o". her girls all laughed.

another one said.

" I miss the good old time, when na mature people dey here, see small girl we no even fit play safe, see how she dey like person wey go die tomorrow" they laughed and made fun of her.

she didn't care, she was used to that type of life.

she noticed and came to realize that being pregnant did not stop the men from patronizing her, she even began to think men find pregnant women sexually attractive.

though she hustled, she realized that she couldn't save, there was no extra money after she fed and paid for accommodation.

she hadn't gotten anything for her baby, she will be due for birth in no time.

she had resigned to fate, she didn't want to get attached to the baby for she hoped to give it up for adoption as soon as she birth him/her.

the greatest punishment she could ever mete to her child is to be a mother to it.

she carried on with her life, hoping to dump the child as soon as it comes.

three weeks later, something happened.

she was still at her business, a man was on her, throbbing in and out vigorously, his eyes closed, when her water broke.

that was the first sign of labour.

"eeeeh, madam why you piss na"? the man asked.

Misquote another name for suspense!meanwhile,u look good.

Hmmm, my eyes always gets wet whenever. I think about the hard times some ladies suffers just to survive

You're doing fine, MizQuote. Thumbs Check out my own story here www.nairaland.com/2958554/novel-upper-room#43286062

what more can I say?... Mizquote is a super talented writer, started reading since yesterday and I think I'm hooked. #mustfollowtilldeend #mizquotefeedmemore

Chaii
Abiamo
See life****misquote weldon

AM OVERWHELMED BY UR BRILLIANCY AND CREATIVITY, UR WRITE UP IX ORIGINAL AND U PAID CLOSE ATTENTION TO UR DICTION... UR ABILITY 2CREATE A STORYLINE FROM A STORY IS AWESOME... GUES D STORY STIL CONTINUES COX M GUED TO FOLLOWING U UP.

Girl you r talented...