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she took the food to her father's room.
served it neatly.
he was laying on the bed. his back was turn to her.

she told him she had served him his food, boldly and loudly.

her father turned, he was surprised at her for she looked him in the eye.

for a moment, he thought he saw his late wife.
the one he killed in the state of drunkenness.

her eyes were cold, piercing and menacing.
he for once felt fear.

not the normal kind of fear.
but the fear of something unknown.

he was sorry he killed his wife.
he never intended to do it.
he was drunk.

even though he had harboured deep hatred for his wife, he would never tell anyone the reason for hating her.

he will never tell people that his wife slept with men to make ends meet.

he will never tell anyone that his wife sneered at him for being impotent.

he will never tell anyone that he suspect he didn't father some of his kids.

he will never admits he is a failed man.

she for the first held his gaze. she felt fearless.
she looked at him. his head was bald. his room was stinking. she realized for the first time in her life that he was helpless.
she did not believe this man was once her nightmare. that she cowered by hearing his voice alone.
she found it hard to believe that his cough alone made her jump.
for the first time. the very first time. she felt genuine pity. pity for her tormenter..

it was not a pity on his being. it was a pity for his end.
she dropped the food and turned to leave.
he called her.

she for the first held his gaze. she felt fearless.
she looked at him. his head was bald. his room was stinking. she realized for the first time in her life that he was helpless.
she did not believe this man was once her nightmare. that she cowered by hearing his voice alone.
she found it hard to believe that his cough alone made her jump.
for the first time. the very first time. she felt genuine pity. pity for her tormenter..

it was not a pity on his being. it was a pity for his end.
she dropped the food and turned to leave.
he called her.

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she turned around. slowly, meticulously.
he was about saying something to her but changed his mind.
he asked her to go. she left.
she closed the door behind her. she passed by the sitting room. her siblings where eating.
they were talking, trying to sound normal. they all wanted to suppress the gnawing feelings they had.
they were consuming the food. slowly ingesting the poison. none knew it was their last day. their last food. their last time of being together.
until being enveloped in mother earth. they were made from dust. and dust they will be.

one after the other.

they felt the pain.

from the first to the last.

at first, it came like a wave. passing by as quickly as it came. just like the rain in the desert.

none complained to the other.

it was normal they all thought.

until the first born, felt the pain progresed and steadied. he was the first to eat the food.

he was the glutton of the house.
he had eaten his faster.
he ate the largest quantity so he ingested more of the poison.

he thought he wanted to use the toilet.


to empty his bowel.
he was scared but not because he had a knowledge of what he had eaten.

neither did he have an idea of his destination in a few minute time.

he was scared of his secret.

he ran to the toilet.
he threw up and excreted blood.
he died with his secret, in the rest room.

he was HIV positive.

the second born.
with his dreads.

he felt the pain.
he was alarmed.

he felt the pain in his stomach.
it was like long, blunt needle were used to prick and twist his abdomen.

he was sweating profusely.
he looked at others.


they all clutched to their stomach. holding it from falling apart.
he knew something was wrong. something was terribly wrong.

what was it?
he had no time to think. he fell from the chair and rolled over.

the last thought he had was the thought of Rose.
his girl friend whom was pregnant and he forced to have an abortion by lacing her drink with abortion pills.

he heard she died or rather she bled to death.


before he died.
he saw her in her blood stained dress by the curtain smiling.

he slipped into oblivion.

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she was in the other room while they died. albeit painfully.
she hurriedly pack her cloths. she didn't have clothes. she had rags.
she packed them into a old dirty rice bag. she had stolen some money from her dad when she entered his room previously.
she was nervous. she was anxious.
to get away, to leave, to flee, to run.
her hands were shaking. she didn't know things would get this bad.
she smelt danger, she felt horror.
no body was talking, she knew something terrible had happen. she didn't extensively think over her decision.
a decision to revenge. it wasn't what she envisaged.
one thousand and a hundred thought passed through her memory at the same time. how will a family, a complete generation be wiped out.

she had to leave. she left.
for they were all dead. sprawled against each other. with foams from their mouth.
a clear evidence of food poisoning. it would be headlines in all nations newspapers for weeks.

her story into prostitution began.
from the day she decide to leave a bondage she got into another.
************************************************* after she left. without looking back.
she left with nothing physical, nothing emotional.
the only thing she had that was hers was her skinny malnourished self.
her first night out was hellish. for she was poor and homeless.

good night readers.
more update tomorrow.
thanks for being in touch.

Pls little more update before u sleep.

*kisses* goodnight dear

mizquote:
good night readers.

more update tomorrow.

thanks for being in touch.

woow. what can i say....very touching story. and you have this knack for twistng storylines that interests me. well done.

Mizquote u are really good

mizquote:
good night readers.
more update tomorrow.
thanks for being in touch.

mizquote morning don knack oo. Updates!

she remembered that night.

it was like yesterday. the night of the day she murdered her whole family.
the night she left her past. to walk into her future, a future that seem more painful than her past.
she remembered the day. she hurriedly left the house. walked away from her siblings, the only family she knew.

the family that helped her know the definition of pain. to experience pain. to feel pain, first hand.

the family she paid back in pain. hers was a greater revenge.

she ran that day. like a criminal leaving a crime scene, she felt insane.

she had walked. but she felt she flew. she had no destination in mind. she walked to the motor garage.
she was in an oversized dress. the colour was a brownish looking white dress.
she wore a sandal, that had seen better days. the sole of her feet were cracked.
she looked like the absolute definition of hopeless. of homeless, of depressed.
she clutched the tattered rice bag that housed all her cloths. cloths that rags were better than.
she was at the motor park. looking lost.
which one of the buses should she enter. for she needs to make a choice. for a minute of delay can mar her future.
she made a choice quickly. paid for a bus to convey her to a state. a medium to reach her future.

this wasn't her idea of what freedom was. this isn't freedom.
she got into the bus. got a comfortable seat and sat. soon enough, she dozed off.

in her sleep.


in the bus, she dreamt.

she saw herself in a home, a home she never had.
she saw her parents all radiating, all in smiles.

the atmosphere was cool and welcoming. they didn't say anything, they just smiled.

she was happy.
she saw herself, she was small,chubby and looked well taken care of.

her mother looked just like her.
she saw her mother, her arms were open in an embrace.

she ran happily towards her mother's open her.

they she knew she would be safe, she would find comfort.

she ran faster,

then something happened.


her mother fell down, like some one epileptic.
her body vibrated violently.
like someone convulsing.

she saw blood gushing from her mothers eyes,nose and mouth.

she screamed.
louder and louder.

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mizquote:
wishing my esteem readers a happy new year in advance.

lamoluswasim.
chigold121
missmossy
zeedam
praiselin
drippin007
alexshey
emmamedicro46
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gowinfriz
hollowaphlexy
orjioorji
aprilwise
Chile
rhidollah
nimat158
dosh002
manuel180
sade1
beegurl
odutolu1
sageez
barney11
slimkhan
Khalid ah sparkles
sparrow03
dfrenzy
dopeboirapy
frankingud
benz4pimp
Queennexter
santi222
missmore
psalm and others.

Same complements to you

mizquote:
wishing my esteem readers a happy new year in advance.

lamoluswasim.
chigold121
missmossy
zeedam
praiselin
drippin007
alexshey
emmamedicro46
starlily001
gowinfriz
hollowaphlexy
orjioorji
aprilwise
Chile
rhidollah
nimat158
dosh002
manuel180
sade1
beegurl
odutolu1
sageez
barney11
slimkhan
Khalid ah sparkles
sparrow03
dfrenzy
dopeboirapy
frankingud
benz4pimp
Queennexter
santi222
missmore
psalm and others.

Go and tell the birds of the sky, "fly and tell the world, MIZQUOTE is a talent"

Happy 2016 mizquote, may it be a very beautiful and glorious year for us in Jesus Name.

she woke up from the dreadful dream. she looked around like she was in a trance, like she was unaware of her self.
she quickly recollected what happened, and how she came to the bus.
she noticed everyone was staring at her, like one would do a lunatic.
she became mindful and wild eyed all through the journey.
while others prayed for the car to hurry so as to get to their destination.
she prayed otherwise, she wanted something to happen so as to delay the car.
it was already evening and she knew she had no place to stay.
worst still when night falls. she was quite apprehensive.

three hours past.

it was past seven pm. the car got to it destination.


other passenger exhaled in relief.

she got down from the vehicle, with her bag clutched underarm.

for the first time in her lifetime she understood the meaning of the word 'alone', for she was alone.


the weather was cold, she had no Cardigan or sweater to protect herself from the cold.
at least to keep her a bit warm.

she stood at the corner.
right beside the vehicle shivering, she was hungry.

all the money she had on her was the sum of three hundred and fifty naira.

she was there watching as passengers began to leave, soon followed by drivers then conductors.

soon enough.
she was alone, in the night.

in the cold.

it was exactly ten minute pass the hour of nine pm.

*de-activating ghost mode*

mizquote:
wishing my esteem readers a happy new year in advance.

lamoluswasim.
chigold121
missmossy
zeedam
praiselin
drippin007
alexshey
emmamedicro46
starlily001
gowinfriz
hollowaphlexy
orjioorji
aprilwise
Chile
rhidollah
nimat158
dosh002
manuel180
sade1
beegurl
odutolu1
sageez
barney11
slimkhan
Khalid ah sparkles
sparrow03
dfrenzy
dopeboirapy
frankingu
benz4pimp
Queennexter
santi222
missmore
psalm and others.

Same here dearie

Been "ghost-reading" till now. I must confess I'm totally enjoying your story. Ride on!