Growing up as a child wasn't a rosy one for me. I wouldn't categorize myself as a child that was born with silver spoon because I went through hell.

On some nights, I would go to bed without eating. On very bad days, I would sustain lots of injuries as a result of the beating I received from people I lived with.

As at the age of knowing what is good and bad, I found myself in a Motherless babies home. Before then, I used to see every child as my siblings. I saw the lack of resemblance, the disunity and several other factors that sent the signal to me that we weren't siblings.

On several occasions, I saw dignitaries come to where I live to donate foodstuffs. They come with items such as bags of rice, provisions like milo, milk, sugar and cornflakes. They also brought items like tissue papers, soaps and other materials.

I lacked motherly care and affection. I attended my primary, secondary and tertiary education while in the motherless babies home.

When it was time for me to get married, a young man called Ken came my way. He looked charming and disciplined. He was educated too. I felt we could build a home together.

He proposed to marry me, I accepted. The whole engagement process played out very fast. A date was fixed in which I shall visit his parents.

On getting to his parents house, I met his parents, they welcomed me in such a nice way. Something was not right as we had a conversation. I noticed the mother of my fiance staring at me constantly. I got worried. I started thinking if I had met her somewhere before that time.

It wasn't long, she called me aside. She told me to show her my back, I did. She also told me to show her my thigh, I also did.

She recommended I go for a DNA test. I took the result to her. On seeing the result, she fell to the ground and started crying, I was surprised.

I thought I had a genetic disorder. Another thought that came to my mind was that those birth marks I had on those parts of my bodies were spell casted on me.

She started pleading for forgiveness. She narrated how she had thrown me away after my birth because she lacked the available resources to take care of me. She said she has a strange feeling immediately she saw me, which was the very reason she demanded I show her my back and thigh. She also said to clear her doubts, she had to recommend the DNA test.

I don't know what to do at the moment.

I feel like not forgiving her because my heart is heavy.

What do you suggest I do? I'm thinking about my marriage.

I love my fiance.

Title of the movie pls

Rather than lie just put
FICTION, and we will know the truth

Note:
Error corrected.

Lemme think, i will answer later

OP

blackpanthar:
Title of the movie pls

the dick became blood related

What a load of made up crap.

Sorry to say but the story sound scripted , maybe because i am a dramatist .If it happens to be true then embrace her , maybe that is the way God chose to reunite you with your true family.

blackpanthar:
Title of the movie pls

They gave the op these buzz words:

child

mother

orphan

parents

she

dna

spell

motherly care & affection

etc



and told him/her (op) to make a story with them.

lazy writing btw.

Sorry to say but the story sound scripted , maybe because i am a dramatist .If it happens to be true then embrace her , maybe that is the way God chose to reunite you with your true family.

ty4real123:
Growing up as a child wasn't a rosy one for me. I wouldn't categorize myself as a child that was born with silver spoon because I went through hell.

On some nights, I would go to bed without eating. On very bad days, I would sustain lots of injuries as a result of the beating I received from people I lived with.

As at the age of knowing what is good and bad, I found myself in a Motherless babies home. Before then, I used to see every child as my siblings. I saw the lack of resemblance, the disunity and several other factors that sent the signal to me that we weren't siblings.

On several occasions, I saw dignitaries come to where I live to donate foodstuffs. They come with items such as bags of rice, provisions like milo, milk, sugar and cornflakes. They also brought items like tissue papers, soaps and other materials.

I lacked motherly care and affection. I attended my primary, secondary and tertiary education while in the motherless babies home.

When it was time for me to get married, a young man called Ken came my way. He looked charming and disciplined. He was educated too. I felt we could build a home together.

He proposed to marry me, I accepted. The whole engagement process played out very fast. A date was fixed in which I shall visit his parents.

On getting to his parents house, I met his parents, they welcomed me in such a nice way. Something was not right as we had a conversation. I noticed the mother of my fiance staring at me constantly. I got worried. I started thinking if I had met her somewhere before that time.

It wasn't long, she called me aside. She told me to show her my back, I did. She also told me to show her my thigh, I also did.

She recommended I go for a DNA test. I took the result to her. On seeing the result, she fell to the ground and started crying, I was surprised.

I thought I had a genetic disorder. Another thought that came to my mind was that those birth marks I had on those parts of my bodies were spell casted on me.

She started pleading for forgiveness. She narrated how she had thrown me away after my birth because she lacked the available resources to take care of me. She said she has a strange feeling immediately she saw me, which was the very reason she demanded I show her my back and thigh. She also said to clear her doubts, she had to recommend the DNA test.

I don't know what to do at the moment.

I feel like not forgiving her because my heart is heavy.

What do you suggest I do? I'm thinking about my marriage.

I love my fiance.

Seems like people are now paid in this forum to write crap...

I hate to do this, but like everyone up there I'd call BS on this story.

Who attends tertiary institution from a motherless babies' home?

I don't know, maybe someone could prove me wrong. But I've never heard that before. And there are many unconnected lines in this story.

Akuku ifo

The lost Love Part one, wey part 2 na

Oh my God!
this is so touching.
wow wow wow....
I mean, I'm so touched. I would have asked anyone who read it to summarise but I'm so blessed by not reading this jargon.

learning to write?

Bilabong:
Rather than lie just put FRICTION, and we will know the truth

fiction

This look like a Nollywood script;

1) You can be living in Motherless BABIES homes from primary School to higher institutions.

2) The OP obviously doesn't know anything about DNA tests and wrongly assumed DNA test is always like Malaria test where only the patient's blood sample will be taken.

For resolving parents-child relationships, samples will be taken from both the child and the parent(s) which will be matched for similarities.

Bilabong:
Rather than lie just put
FRICTION, and we will know the truth

fiction rather

Bilabong:
Rather than lie just put
FRICTION, and we will know the truth

No be small FRICTION. My dear, it's called FICTION

Shey DNA test na BVN number or NIN number abi.... ...

You just show your mumsie the test results and she just decode your genetic makeup sharp sharp...

R

Welcome back home. It wasn't her fault. It's part of life. Keep calm and love otherwise.

Did nairaland hire some new set of fiction writers? They keep churning their 'hid my monicker' nonsense stories?

Fake story.......poor writing

A typical yoruba movie I've watched. Can't the remember the title but the casts, I do.


Nice one!

ty4real123:
Growing up as a child wasn't a rosy one for me. I wouldn't categorize myself as a child that was born with silver spoon because I went through hell.

On some nights, I would go to bed without eating. On very bad days, I would sustain lots of injuries as a result of the beating I received from people I lived with.

As at the age of knowing what is good and bad, I found myself in a Motherless babies home. Before then, I used to see every child as my siblings. I saw the lack of resemblance, the disunity and several other factors that sent the signal to me that we weren't siblings.

On several occasions, I saw dignitaries come to where I live to donate foodstuffs. They come with items such as bags of rice, provisions like milo, milk, sugar and cornflakes. They also brought items like tissue papers, soaps and other materials.

I lacked motherly care and affection. I attended my primary, secondary and tertiary education while in the motherless babies home.

When it was time for me to get married, a young man called Ken came my way. He looked charming and disciplined. He was educated too. I felt we could build a home together.

He proposed to marry me, I accepted. The whole engagement process played out very fast. A date was fixed in which I shall visit his parents.

On getting to his parents house, I met his parents, they welcomed me in such a nice way. Something was not right as we had a conversation. I noticed the mother of my fiance staring at me constantly. I got worried. I started thinking if I had met her somewhere before that time.

It wasn't long, she called me aside. She told me to show her my back, I did. She also told me to show her my thigh, I also did.

She recommended I go for a DNA test. I took the result to her. On seeing the result, she fell to the ground and started crying, I was surprised.

I thought I had a genetic disorder. Another thought that came to my mind was that those birth marks I had on those parts of my bodies were spell casted on me.

She started pleading for forgiveness. She narrated how she had thrown me away after my birth because she lacked the available resources to take care of me. She said she has a strange feeling immediately she saw me, which was the very reason she demanded I show her my back and thigh. She also said to clear her doubts, she had to recommend the DNA test.

I don't know what to do at the moment.

I feel like not forgiving her because my heart is heavy.

What do you suggest I do? I'm thinking about my marriage.

I love my fiance.

your story get kleg ....more reason i dont watch Nollywood movies

fiercehillz:
Shey DNA test na BVN number or NIN number abi.... ...

You just show your mumsie the test results and she just decode your genetic makeup sharp sharp...

the mother na kyle xy....

ty4real123:
Growing up as a child wasn't a rosy one for me. I wouldn't categorize myself as a child that was born with silver spoon because I went through hell.

On some nights, I would go to bed without eating. On very bad days, I would sustain lots of injuries as a result of the beating I received from people I lived with.

As at the age of knowing what is good and bad, I found myself in a Motherless babies home. Before then, I used to see every child as my siblings. I saw the lack of resemblance, the disunity and several other factors that sent the signal to me that we weren't siblings.

On several occasions, I saw dignitaries come to where I live to donate foodstuffs. They come with items such as bags of rice, provisions like milo, milk, sugar and cornflakes. They also brought items like tissue papers, soaps and other materials.

I lacked motherly care and affection. I attended my primary, secondary and tertiary education while in the motherless babies home.

When it was time for me to get married, a young man called Ken came my way. He looked charming and disciplined. He was educated too. I felt we could build a home together.

He proposed to marry me, I accepted. The whole engagement process played out very fast. A date was fixed in which I shall visit his parents.

On getting to his parents house, I met his parents, they welcomed me in such a nice way. Something was not right as we had a conversation. I noticed the mother of my fiance staring at me constantly. I got worried. I started thinking if I had met her somewhere before that time.

It wasn't long, she called me aside. She told me to show her my back, I did. She also told me to show her my thigh, I also did.

She recommended I go for a DNA test. I took the result to her. On seeing the result, she fell to the ground and started crying, I was surprised.

I thought I had a genetic disorder. Another thought that came to my mind was that those birth marks I had on those parts of my bodies were spell casted on me.

She started pleading for forgiveness. She narrated how she had thrown me away after my birth because she lacked the available resources to take care of me. She said she has a strange feeling immediately she saw me, which was the very reason she demanded I show her my back and thigh. She also said to clear her doubts, she had to recommend the DNA test.

I don't know what to do at the moment.

I feel like not forgiving her because my heart is heavy.

What do you suggest I do? I'm thinking about my marriage.

I love my fiance.

Trust me i only read the title. I hate wasting time on fiction except its James Hardley Chase

No bi only Friction, abi you wan say fiction ?

Bilabong:
Rather than lie just put
FRICTION, and we will know the truth

Owners of nairaland have learnt a lot from Premium Times.

Ghost writers of Stories that touch, are to nairaland, what Music Writers are for Davido.

These days, I pretend to be stupid, by even responding to these cooked up stories.

Alo