orijintv:
Boi !!! Lots of talent in dis Country ... Bigups Frozen

Thanks son much bro

RolaDiva:
wow! Frozenfire you really good. I had to join nairaland because of you, tho i read a lot of stories on nairaland but as a guest. U da bomb. Keep it up. #rola_loves_u..
First comment on nairaland

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welcm to Nairaland sis.. there so much here for you.
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Episode 33
Trying to escape from Mother who bounced fiercely towards me like a stampeding Elephant,I had fallen down the stairs. I remember how every edge of the step presses into my ribs as I rolled down the very lengthy old concrete stair case. The fall was fast and when my head hit the floor,my lips went dry as though harmattan lived in me alone, my nose ached and became peppery as blood trickled out of my nostrils. My head felt like I had a huge bag of cement on it. I couldn't move my body neither could I talk. I was not only in excruciating pain,I was in shock.
I was frozen
I heard footsteps running down the stairs and they sounded like ambulance alarms. Help was coming for me but I didn't need them. I didn't want to be pitied or loved or cared for. I wanted to bleed through my nose on the cold tiled floor,silently saying my last prayer and waiting for God to take me where Father couldn't touch me anymore and mother would forever blame herself for pushing me to my death. I wanted her to suffer mentally the way I do everytime I remember Father's actions not run to paint me with concern.
Mother fell on her knees beside me and touching me while screaming something I could not hear nor comprehend. She was in tears and I was in an enormous amount of pain and misery. 'Leave me to die' I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't come out.
Instead my head felt lighter and I faded into oblivion.
Father was touching me and pressing my just developing breast. I was under his weight shrieking and fighting to be free from his bondage then he gave me a hot slap and spread my thighs thrusting fiercely and almost jazz rhythmically.
"Father please don't, father please stop, father please . plea--"
I stirred and woke up

Episode 34
My body ricocheted as an electric wave flowed through my spine causing my joints to shift and make breaking sounds that only I could hear. I was immediately distracted by the noise from medical devices and the voice of a professional news caster which I concluded had to be from the television.
I wondered if I had a helmet made of rocks on because my head weighed more than a billion pounds. I flickered my eyelids and with so much effort,the effort required to lift a toilet seat, they opened. The ceiling was white and light shine into my blurry retina. I quickly shut my eyes and began to panic.
Laboratory walls. Fluorescent lights, helmet feeling on my head
Was I in a suit used as a lab rat? Was I in surgery?
With only a little effort, my eyes opened again and everything was normal. I was in our family hospital. I looked to my side and on the cabinet laid a stainless tray with different drugs: capsules and tablets,pills and portions.
I jolted with surprise when I saw a figure staring at me with a questioned look. It was Mother
Her face lit with happiness and she thanked God I was alive. My confusion died and my aura was a deep shade of red. I was more angry that she was happy. I should have died,I should have put them in misery. I wasnt angry at her,I was angry with myself
I looked away and sun rays beamed on my face from the window. The sun was on the east and it was bright. This was morning.
Something wasn't right.
"What day is it?" My voice wasnt hoarse as I thought it would be because I hadn't talked for a long time.I turned to look at her. You would expect her to look in a mess when her daughter was in the hospital but instead she looked elegant and even had make up on.
I gulped in a large amount of saliva and controlled my brewing temper.
Sometimes I wonder if mother really hates me or if I am just the little filthy hater
"You fell two days ago,you kept us worried. Your father wouldn't leave until you-- were okay" Now that was off,Mother wasn't telling me something. She never cut a sentence. She was a professional communicator. I stared at her suspiciously wanting to know what was wrong and scared of the kind of discovery i would make.
"Before you woke up you said somethings about your Father. You sounded hurt. Tell me about it"

Iffa hear say she talk

Am somehow confused now.....weldone sis

Episode 35
The lady in the television was an epitome of beauty. Her face was oval,spotless,flawless and her smile made my heart leap for joy. I loved her well carved arched eyebrows and if I had an active social life I'll refer to her as a slay Queen but I was a writer who slept with her father and the man I loved had cheated on me.
I was in an hospital bed after a fall and Mother had just commanded me to explain something I said when I was asleep. Something I never could have mentioned if I was wide awake and in my right senses.
'Actually father sleeps with me almost every night or by the way,theman you married is a rapist and a monster' neither sounded reasonable nor proper. How do people get out of situations like this?
Sleep talking was on of my many problems. There were times I slept off in the car or the sleep tent in teenage camp and rattled on about things going on in my sleep. My friends back in camp had stood in front of me with a torch lit on my face while watching me dream. I had been fighting with the choir master in the dream,insulting and saying all manners of trash. When I woke up they had broken into a loud and irritating laughter that called the attention of the security. We were all punished for disturbing the peace of the camp by that time. I remember how embarrassed I was.
That was why Father had left my hospital room. He knew my utterings weren't just a dream,he knew I was only reminiscing on the things that he had done to me. He probably couldn't handle watching me toss and turn,nor could he wait to have Mother question him. I wish I could run away from Mother's large eyes that pierced my skin awaiting an explanation. This was it and I had to face it.
I licked my lips and heaved a sigh.
"I cannot really explain,Mother. I've been scared Father.... Father ...." I am not a stammerer but I became one. "Father..." I started again" Father raped me "
Mother looked at me with a smirk on her face. I have never felt so stupid in my life not until I caught Kwame red handed cheating.
"I mean it, I swear it,I've been scared to tell you. I hate it, he is a monster,he is an animal, he is a de--" I watched as I rantled on how her expression changed from a smirk,to a surprise look then a frown developed into anger and mother stood up and rose her hands to slap me then she hesitated. I shut my eyes.
" how dare you speak ill of my husband, your own father! Do you know the gravity of what you just said? It has to be a dream. My husband is not an animal nor is he a monster. He has made mistakes but who doesn't? this is too much. Why do you always ruin everything? You were eaves dropping then you broke my flower vase. That vase was made in Greece. There is only two in the world and General Babangida owns the second one. Who knows if you fell down the stairs intentionally? I never want to hear any of this from you ever again. You are a spoilt brat though trained you,you just never learn!"
I laid there listening as my saliva went dry. I looked at her ghastly and wondered if the drips in my arms was replaced with anger and resentment. This was my own mother and she didn't believe me but chose to fight for a man who robbed her two weeks ago. My family had failed me
They say life is a movie with different characters. This is my life and it was a tragic movie. I never mentioned it to anyone ever again until I fell in love with Kwame. I thought he was different and he would bring light into my soul. He had put up my hopes of a better life without having to be the main character that is being used,insulted,blamed and ruined but he had failed me.
God had failed me.

Episode 36
I snapped out of the memory that suffocated me like nitrous oxide in the small corridor. I gasped for breathe and shivered into my environment. The nurse who was pumping my chest took my hands and felt my pulse. She smiled when she saw me open my eyes,my eyes that were red with pain and fury I had developed from reminiscing on the past. Only minutes had passed and they felt like hours to me. I had drifted into a memory of things that happened when i was only twelve years old and it was as if they had happened again. My heart was still pounding very fast and tension rocketed through me causing my stomach to hurt in the most frustrating way. In a way that I couldn't explain. I stood up from the floor picking along with me the little pride I had left. The crowd that had surrounded began to dispatch. Shame washed over my body and I developed goose bumps on my face. My skin was flushed with embarrassment. Why was I such a baby? It was now obvious that I needed help not just sexual satisfaction but emotional help from a professional. I was disturbed by my past experiences and wasn't thinking right. To think I had been in bed with Father willingly earlier that day was one memory I didn't want to remember. I had lost my dignity because of a tingly feeling that I could have fought but then I reminded my self, I hadn't the strength to stand up to him. I wanted it to happen and it did. He wasn't to blame and maybe I wasn't to blame too, something was definitely wrong with my thinking faculty. If I wanted to get out of this, I had to seek help from a counselor or a specialist. Something serious needed to be done before I lost my mind completely and go insane The nurse offered me a seat and a bottle of water someone had handed to her. On a normal day I wouldn't drink from a bottle of water I knew nothing about but as I gulped down the cold and refreshing water,I concluded there was nothing normal about the day.
Nothing normal about me,my family,the girl on the stretcher nor my sister who had knocked a young boy down. Oh yes! I had almost forgotten. My sister, needed me,she needed us. She didn't drink herself to stupor unless something was wrong and nothing was ever wrong until today. She seemed troubled and when the doctor had explained that the result of the brain scan had revealed that if the boy didn't wake up in the next three hours,he'll slip into a coma, she had burst into tears. I never knew I loved my sister that much,I just found out tears streamed out of my eyes too and I had left the room because I couldn't handle it. Finding inner peace in the corridor had back fired because peace didn't exist. The world was full of terror,pain and failure everyone just pretends being rich solves it all but my family is a living proof that the rich also cry. I thanked the nurse and made to leave the corridor that smelt of bad fate and as I left hurriedly, Another stretcher left the emergency unit. It was wrapped from head to toe in something that looked like a black sleep bag and I didn't doubt it was a corpse. Death loomed around me everywhere I seemed to go. There was a giant sword suspended on everyone's head. It's only a matter of time before they respected the law of gravity, Only a matter of seconds before I found out if the corpse was that of the little boy or the girl that made me freak out.
Dear God.

Welldone frozen, its ur first time and it looks like ur fourth time. Keep it up, u are getting there.
Interesting piece..... I likey

Well done

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ride on madam

The mother tho

The rich also cry ....................... So true

The rich also cry ....................... So true

hefelove:
Feyikemi12 u mean Rhoda before ni kiniyen tin dun mo ni

lol don't mind that yeye girl she's under a spell

Father chopping two sisters

frozenfirenaija:
Episode 20
Kwame gave me the most missed calls have ever had and it took me through phases ; being hurt because he cheated,being angry because he constantly killed my battery and the third stage was feeling sorry for him.
I don't know much about Ghanaians but I know they are Africans and they have their own type of jazz. Maybe his village witches just wanted to tamper with his life or maybe I was just foolishly finding an excuse to want to forgive him.
My alter ego is a bitch. Can't she ever do anything in life without thinking of its sexual advantages? Blame Father.
Mother had seen and asked about Father's wounded lips and he had lied he bit his lips when chewing the meat that I failed to boil well. Mother had ranted all over the house and made fun of my inability to cook well. Maybe I wasn't a good cook but boiling meat? My five year old unborn daughter would be able to do that! Father had played again and I couldn't wait to strike back.
I had called a carpenter and changed the lock to my room. No one was coming in without my permission. Mother hated locked doors because she said bad things happened behind them. I don't know if she thought I would commit suicide like my cousin did. Okay I admit the entire family is full of psychos and weirdos.
If only Mother knew most of the bad things in this house happened with the door wide open while she journeyed around the globe attending parties and spending lavishly.
I still had the unusual sensation and I could bet Father came back for a reason and I knew it wasn't to hit on me or be the changed person he promised mother he would be.
Father had gone out yesterday after telling Mother he wanted to see Theo, an old friend. I wasn't interested in their conversation but the moment I heard the name, I had no choice but to keep up eavesdropping but unfortunately Father was done talking and he left the house in a confident stride.
The name rang a bell.....
Could it be..? Oh no no no..
Damn!

ur 5yrs old unborn daughtr?, remembr u wud never av anytn to wit guys again..winks

Well-done frozenfirenaija, nice work.
I sent you a mail

Oyinprince:
Well-done frozenfirenaija, nice work.

I sent you a mail

please send d mail to d mail on the first page of dis story. Thanks

Episode 37
I needed space from the problems in my family. They weighed me down every morning when I saw my sister sitted on the steps looking into space,lost in a world she didn't fit in. She belonged in heaven where other flawless soft hearted beautiful people where. Not here close to misery and desperation. She was depressed every ounce of the day even though Mother had assured her that the boy would get better in the private hospital in lekki that she moved him to. You know how rich people believe the best things in Lagos are situated on the island.
He had slipped into a coma and all we had to do was wait for him to wake up and try not to react to the family of the boy who kept coming to threaten us in the house concerning his health. Mother had given then a huge sum of money and offered to take care of the boy. They probably thought they could come around anytime of the day and squander more money from us. It's funny how humans take advantage of every situation they find themselves. I had a feeling things weren't going to be fine.
I was dressed in the black jeans I bought from Asos and a black armless turtleneck body hug. I probably looked like a thief even though I leveled the black look with a leopard skin sneakers. I was perched on the high stool in front of the barman at Pecas Club,Ikeja. I hadn't worn a short skinny skirt so I wouldn't be mistaken as one of the Prostitutes who stood at the club's gate waiting to be picked up by "customers"
My sister had let me drive her car and since it was late,no roadsafety was going to catch me for not having a driving license. I had packed the car by the road as the club didn't have a good parking space. The music was loud and I had loosened my weavon down to my shoulders so I dint look like a school teacher. My make up was heavy and I knew I looked very different.
I placed my purse on the table beside the glass of non-alcoholic but sharp holymary in my cup. The cocktail tasted like sunshine and I was even glad I won't be getting drunk. My sister's experience was a big lesson.
Someone called my name and I looked back. It was shalewa. I wondered how I heard her over the club noise. I Shalewa was one of those friends you meet at the club every Friday night. Not that she was a LovePeddler,she just liked to party and take pictures for her Instagram page. I turned ,still on the chair ,towards her and she motioned for me to come sit with her. I was sure to have a wonderful night listening to Shalewa's gist about her numerous followers and upcoming photoshoots.
I made to pick up my purse but the table was empty except my drink.
My purse was gone.

sophietosyneabou:
ur 5yrs old unborn daughtr?, remembr u wud never av anytn to wit guys again..winks

lol let's just wait and see

Episode 38
I heard the beating of drums in my brain. I looked around me but everyone seemed to be having fun and not interested in my purse. The male on the stool beside me just took his shot of vodka unaware of the dilemma I was in. I shot an alarmed look towards Shalewa who gave me a questioned look as I used my hands to demonstrate that I was in big trouble. Adrenaline shot through me and I felt my bladder fill up to the brim and I could pee at the instant.
The car key was in the purse. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm the heart attack my blood pressure was brewing. If the thief found the car key he'll try to take off with the car. I had my ATM card, School Identification Card, Mother's Business Card and a sum of ten thousand naira I had withdrawn to spend for the night. In the car I had the sum of thrity thousand naira in the safe which my sister had asked me to withdraw from her account so she could shop for the family of the boy who was in the hospital. So much for being wealthy.
Shalewa was by my side in a flash. If anyone loved drama more than Father,it was Shalewa. She probably thought I wanted to tell her a juicy story about a guy in the club or something stupid that she would love. I explained the situation to her and she exclaimed so loud the Bar man had to ask us what the matter was. I quickly dragged her out of the club with embarrassment and fear. We both ran to dark and deserted road with me ahead because Shalewa couldn't run with the heels she had worn. I gave a remarkable gap between us caring more about the car than the ache in my ankle. I was grateful the car was still there,I heaved a sigh and hugged the car. I quietly prayed to God to let the thief take the money and return the purse and the car key back to me if possible.
I heard footsteps behind me even though my strong breath was louder than the sound of Shalewa's heels. She had just caught up with me and I was ready for her rattle and continuous complaint about how I made her run so fast and made her smear her make up with sweat. I could read her like a book the same way I could tolerate her lousiness.
I heaved another sigh and got ready for the long speech from Extrovert Shally.
I turned around the car but it wasn't Shalewa who stood there.
It was a ferocious looking young man with a broken bottle on his right hand
This was my death

Episode 39
I have imagined my death a billion times and it never involved dying by the side of the road in the hands of a street thug with me on jeans and sneakers at just twenty one years old. My death was simple: read my bible, kiss my lovely grandchildren ,who were spending their summer holidays,a good night,go to bed in my lovely white night gown and a beautiful smile on my not-so-wrinkled face then being taken up by an angel to the city I belonged in.
I wasn't ready to be killed like a chicken without family,friends nor dignity.
Still staring at the broken bottle in the hands of the guy with a red head warmer on which almost covered his eyes, I remembered the girl in the hospital. The broken bottle had stuck in the skulls of her fore head like horns on the head of a unicorn, the cuts and speck of shattered glass in the flesh of her fingers and the blood in her skirts than I suspected were a result of rape. I wasn't ready to end up like that neither was I going to let him have the car like that.
"Step aside" his voice was deep and the bass tone raised my stomach and echoed in my head. He sounded like a ruler,a King, a devil. I wanted to surrender but my legs didn't move, I tried again but my body wouldn't bulge. Anger embraced me and my eye dimmed in vexation.
"Step aside or I would sta---"
Before he could complete the sentence I gave him a heavy kick which landed on his balls and he groaned at the pain I had inflicted on his groin. I made to give him another kick but he caught my legs making me lost my balance then he pushed me hard against the car. My backbone came in contact with the side mirror. The pain plunged in to my soul and as I bent over he grabbed my shoulders , shook me ,hurled me and slammed me against the metal of the car.
He raised his free hand and punched me in the face
I cried out in the dark but I wasn't giving up.
"You think you are strong brat? Err?! You think?"
I sucked in my larynx and pharynx creating thick mucus from my nasal cavity. The amount of thick saliva I produced from my throat that fast surprised me. Without a second thought I let them go and they flew to his face like little kids embracing their daddy on Christmas day. It landed comfortably on his left eye.
He yelped in disgust as he stepped backwards wiping his face with his left hand and cleaning it on his trousers. That was when I saw my purse bulging out of the pocket of his oversize jump suit. I looked around me and found Shalewa hiding behind another car with fear written in capital letters on her face. Couldn't she do something? Aquarius are always very useless unless they were having sex
The thug pulled off his head warmer and shook his very long dreadlocks. I was in for a fight and nothing was going to move me away from the entrance of the car,not even God. My monster was back and even though I knew I didn't have enough strength to fight a man with a broken bottle in his hands walking purposefully towards me with resentment in his eyes to hurt me
I adjusted my body awaiting the worst and inviting God to take control. He raised the bottle up with determination and I winced as my bones stiffened awaiting the blow that would knock me off.
My nerves screamed for freedom and my eyes shut involuntarily.

frozenfirenaija:

please send d mail to d mail on the first page of dis story. Thanks

That's what I did. I sent a mail to omotolarhodajaiyeoba12@gmail.com . I think I also sent a pm too

Wow.... I so much love this story...... Now am late for work ehn
.. Keep it up, you know how to get the attenrion of the readers.

Taiwopeters:
Wow.... I so much love this story...... Now am late for work ehn
.. Keep it up, you know how to get the attenrion of the readers.

lolz please o ur work first o

Episode 40
I heard the sound of bottle break on something hard. The bottle shattered and someone groaned in pain and the parking lot became as silent as a grave yard except the light sound of wind as rain drizzled lightly. I have read about people who didn't feel pain in accidents until they were rushed to the hospital because of the shock and sudden difference in their blood pressure.
For what seemed like hours my head was empty of all thoughts. I just stood there waiting for a call to glory or maybe see a light at the end of a tunnel and those things people say they saw when they were dead. But I wasn't dead,I let out a loud breathe realising I hadnt been breathing the whole time. My internal system screamed for help,I was burning up with fear.
I opened my eyes and surreptitiously observed my environment. Shalewa was just standing up from behind the car where she had crouched. She looked like she had just seen a ghost and I began to wonder what I looked like if Shalewa who wasn't the victim could look so miserable in less than 30 minutes.
The thug that had attacked me laid on his face on the floor with broken pieces of bottle around him. His head was bleeding profusely and a young man leaned over him pushing his body aside to turn the lifeless body over. He succeeded and pulled out my purse from the pocket of my now effortless attacker and handed it over to me.
Our eyes met and locked for what felt like forever. I felt a spark of fire in my eyes,my stomach hurt in a way it had never hurt before,a sweet way that made me crave to hurt more, my tongue was tied as I stared at the handsome stranger who had saved my life. He motioned for me to collect the bag and I snapped out of my childish imagination and grabbed my bag making sure everything was complete.
The tall,dark and handsome young man didn't have a cape but his shoulder blades pronounced protection and I knew he was my soul saviour and hero. He moved closer to me looking at me in the eyes and I could see the sorrow his thick,full and long eye lashes tried to hide. He took another step forward and my hormones yelled to kiss the full lips that seemed to have only little to say. His physique captivated me and I couldn't concentrate.
He rose his hand to my face and his fingers brushed my lips lightly and gently I felt my breast stiffen. My breathes came slowly and I wondered if he noticed the rise and fall of my chest in anticipation for a kiss that I was praying for.
He pulled the strands of hair that crossed my face and tucked the locks to the back of my head and when his fingers touched on my neck. I became Hot
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pockets and stretched to my face while I stood there like a princess in distress. He leaned closer again and we were chest to chest,toes to toes and what else had Rihanna explained? He dabbed the hanky on my nose gently and I felt the heat of his hands.
"Your nose is bleeding" I hadn't even realised the pain because of my indecent thoughts. I was done with men and it had to be that way. I bit my lower lips and closed my eyes trying to clear my head of everything that had happened that night. My family was on trouble , I had just been attacked by a thief and now I was falling in love. Falling in love,it just came to me like that. That isn't possible, I never fell for anyone like that not even a total stranger in a blue blazer and black brogue.
"I'm Adam" his voice was calm and it hurt me badly. Why couldn't I feel at peace like everyone? My life was a mess and my heart was falling in love. Didn't falling in love hurt me the last time?
The weather was very cold and I shivered even though I was sweaty. Thunder stroke and lightning flashed above us. Before I could even think of my own name,the heavens let down a heavy shower
I bursted into tears

Episode 41
I clicked 'enter' on the laptop and my article was posted. Writing makes me feel better but this one was different. I had written the truth out to my Google followers if anyone of them cared to read them. I had written from the depth of my heart and I could still feel the vague in my life that had replaced my joy. My aura was out-of-the-blue
I stood up from the bed and walked around my room admiring the art work I had hung on the wall. It was a painting of a golden egg in the middle of bushes and sharp shrugs. It reminded me of my isolation and how withdrawn I was from the entire world. I never had the perfect childhood and being a young adult wasn't pleasing. Everyday held a problem,a mystery and more responsibilitie
s.
Looking deeply into the painting, it reminded me of my sister. As precious as a golden egg, different from the bushes which were my parents and the sharp shrugs which was me,the irresponsible one,the rascal,the one who talks back at Mother and hates Father so much. She was in the middle of a story she didn't fit in,she was caught up in a situation she couldn't fight. She looked devastated every morning and in the night I heard sniffs from her room that made the night dreadful.
She was a stranger in the world she belonged in.
My face was hot in tears of pity and I knew the hypophrenia that had decended on me wasn't only because of the wrongs in my family but because I was no longer in front of the painting,I had absent mindedly roamed to the front of the large wood mirror in front of my dresser,I was staring at my self in my short red jump suit with the large slit in front of my chest that revealed my very clean and succulent breast but it wasn't the fact that I was very pretty and my skin was glowing,it was the fact that I knew why I was glowing and I wasn't ready for it.
You look different when you fall in love. My face was shinny and even though I wasn't smiling,my sadness was very hidden behind my white cornea and full lips. I was always swallowed in melancholy,an emotion with which one can be swathed as if it were a shroud. Swathed – no, more like ‘swaddled’
I shook my self of the grief that had creeped into me like a wall gecko and walked over to the edge of my bed.
Suddenly a sharp smell caught my attention and I inhaled it with pleasure. This wasn't the aroma of a spicy delicious food made by my sister,it was something sharper and strong. Something I had stopped doing because of my love for Kwame.
I stood up and followed the smell,i left my room and went down the corridor. The slicing odour was from my sister's room. I stood in front of her door and pressed my ear against the door. I could hear compressed moans from within and i broke out in cold sweats. I didn't know what was going on behind the door but it gave me the heebie-jeebies.
I opened the door quietly and what I saw was gut wrenching.
My eyes popped out,my soul died and my aura shrinked.

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