I won't believe that you are Talius even when you can't spell the tittle of your so-called series correctly. It is Cracked Sources. This particular part of the story is the first book in the series and it's book one so why are you calling it the second part 'conspiracy'? Your spoken English betrays it. Just give it up bro. Plagiarism is a crime on its own, impersonation is another crime.
Peace.

When I started reading this, it registered in my brain that I've read this before. This is so unfair. Why are plagiarising someone else's work? This is Cracked Sources by Talius Dike

EvaJael:
I just stumbled on this today. It's a very good piece azeequeen

Babe, thanks so much

Rick9:
my dear I know and I liked it much much, but a part of me just wished it would continue

I wanted to continue as well but I am extremely busy and lazy in typing. If you can do the typing... lol

Adesina12:
Dear Azeequeen I am personally waiting for part two ok

How is ramdhan treating you

All the best

Part two kwa??

I'm not fasting. Got converted

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
OH, that's sad, dear. Rapists should have their balls broken. You did well for a first-timer. Well done, you can do better.

For real

Thanks dear

AlamienDagash:
Yeah! i wonder why too
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Mazza mazza lemme call my family.
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I love the beginning.

I'm through with it ooo Hadampson, Adesina12 still waiting for the popcorn OluwabuqqyYOLO, Miss P is through Bimberry1307, kimbra

Jsaviour:
I think beheading is not okay. Their penis should be cut off so that they will see ladies everday of their life but can't touch them.

Bae, that's not so nice but sincerely, the trauma that comes with rape is so severe

Rick9:
Azeequeen Plz nau, it can't end like this na its too short oh. But you did a good job.

I know it is short. A short story, remember?

Jtmanager:

What kind of interesting Intriguing and sad story is this


Well let's discuss 08134810083 please try and flash me

Thanks dearie. I'll try

Thanks for sticking till the end and sorry for not updating since, those that owned my phone claimed it. Managing one for now.

God bless you all.

She combed the entire house in search of her daughter all to no avail. She was about to call for a search team again- the second in a week when she found a weird looking envelope on the floor. She looked at the end product of a tree lying at the other edge of the centre table and moved closer to the object that was not there the day before. She hesitated before moving closer to the table. With a trembling body, she moved closer to the table to confirm whatever is in the envelope. She shuddered in fear as she remembered the Dele Giwa issue but shook the thoughts away from her mind. A man dies once. She picked up the envelope and discovered a letter was in it and it was addressed to her. She could recognise the handwriting anywhere in the whole world. It was written by the one person in the universe who could address her as 'Dear Mother'.

Dear Mother,

I did not mean to let it happen this way but it cannot be changed. Mother, I was just tired, I was fed up. I was tired of the look of pity everyone was giving me including you too, Mother. It was not my fault that a calamity befell me, was it? Everybody was sounding notes of warning to their children at my own detriment.

'Tola, if you do not want what happened to Yewande to happen you, listen to me...'
Mother, does it really have to be like that? My heart was burdened, I felt my whole world crashing and no one seem to care. I felt guilty. I felt I was taking the whole blame for whatever happened.

If I had stayed, I would still be suffering in silence and nobody would know. I doubted it if everything was going to be same again. Words cannot really express how I feel. Is it the constant nightmares? The air passing through my legs every time to remind me of what happened? Or the throbbing pain accompanied with it? I hear those sounds everyday. I hear the voices now and then. I still the flicker of light being flashed through my face. I will never forget the chilly weather that night. The muffling of the dry leaves, the creaking sound of the animals, the grip, virtually everything. Everything. At times, what I needed was someone to tell me 'God loves you' but everyone was too immersed in self-pity that they did not know what always happen behind closed-doors.

I wish I could turn back the hands of time, then it would be the time I was coming to this world and I will tell God not to allow this kind of situation to happen to me. It was more than I could bear. The weight was too much and I was already suffocating. I couldn't keep up with the motion so I just gave up. I gave up everything since it is useless for me to stay anyways. The fact that I would not be around is irrelevant and I am certain that only few people will miss me. It is one thing to be void of emotions, it is something else to be feeling empty. The latter is what I feel. It feels like value has gone out of me and the worth is no longer there. I could not lift my head among my peers anymore even though I really wanted to. I, that was the cynosure of all eyes and prided myself among my contemporaries now became more or less a subject of ridicule. I, that was once the role model of the young ones now became the one parents are using as an example to them because of somebody else's pleasure. I cried and cried till tears could no longer come out so I watched till my whole heart was completely shattered into pieces.

Mother, just like I've said, I never wanted any of these to happen but probably it was destined to happen in that way. I am so sorry. Check the back of the banana tree at the backyard, you'd see my body there that's if the animals are not too fast. Please live a good life without me.
Your daughter,
Yewande.

Like a rabid dog, she ran to the backyard and true to her daughter's words, she found her lying helplessly on the ground. She prayed as she moved closer to the body that she should just be unconscious and not dead. She got there, knelt beside her, checked her pulse and she knew.

She knew she was gone.

Gone.

She felt her tears fall. 'What is a good life without you?' As if compliance with her thoughts, she felt her heart tighten and her breathing ceased and in a matter of seconds, she was gone too.

THE END.

To all victims of rape, may the Lord heal your broken heart completely. Amen

#Saynotorape

I'd like to correct few things ma'am

Firstly, whenever you use the personal pronoun 'I' in a sentence (beginning, middle or end), it must be used in block form.

Secondly, words like 'don't', 'can't', etc always carry apostrophe before the letter 't'.

Lastly, in this episode, you made mention of 'put up'. Actually, 'put up' means to tolerate someone or something and it does not go with the context.

Thanks.

You cannot avert your destiny

You will kill your father and marry your mother and it came to pass

The gods are not to blame still remains one of my favourite African novel till date

Alennsar:
Ehya sorry dear. It is well

Amen. Thanks so much

I'm really really sorry for not updating since. It was not really my fault. I misplaced my glasses which I thought I could do without but turned out to be incorrect anyways. I had terrible issues with my eyes last week that I had to go and book an appointment with my optician because it was unbearable. I could practically see nothing. They are stable now and I'll get another pair of glasses soon.


Thanks for staying around and for not giving up in this small girl of yours

Azeequeen

'A brief mental disorder?' The words of the Doctor kept ringing in her ears. The Doctor had just said it as if it was nothing.

Nothing serious.

She walked back to the ward to take one last look at her daughter. She entered the ward and found her daughter sleeping soundly. But was the sleep sound? When she wakes up to the reality, would it be the same again? She touched her tender light skinned face and she mentally cursed the being who turned her daughter's existence into this.

She had never envisaged this kind of situation in their lives at any point in time. Who even does that? She thought as she smiled sadly. You cannot possibly be going about with a negative mind, positivity is the key but what happens when an unexpected situation happens? Well, take life as it comes like they say and she was going to do just that. Whenever her daughter wakes up,the next line of action would be known.

Pretty face, chubby cheeks, naturally long eyelashes, long dark shiny hair, nice dentition, dimples to die for and a light skin which was an added advantage to complement her beauty. Yewande was a living proof of pulchritude at its peak. The Angel in charge of her creation had done an extra work by adding a very perfect special touch to her creation. She was beautiful and it was glaring.

Her mother left the ward gently so as not to wake her up. She was met by two of their neighbours who had come on visitation basis to Yewande. If there was anything Yewande's mum detested so much, it was pity. But right now, the looks plastered on their faces screamed just one thing and that was pity.

'How is she doing?' The first woman asked.

'She is fine and stable for now' Yewande's mum replied.

'Can we check on her?' The other woman asked and Yewande's mum replied in the affirmative. She led the way and they followed closely behind her. They got to the ward and they found her sleeping. After waiting for few minutes, they rose to take their leave. The first woman turned back and squeezed her hand in a bid to say 'All will be well' and they left.

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Few days later, Yewande was discharged and just as the Doctor had rightly predicted, she was depressed. This was the worst stage of her life. She would just stare blankly into space and spoke few words. Even the few words she spoke were spoken whenever she was being spoken to. All the intake of her food were always returned to the sink in the toilet. Both mother and daughter emaciated. They were the direct opposite of Micah Stampley's 'Heaven On Earth'. It was 'Hell On Earth'.

The mother returned one day after going out to book an appointment with a counsellor only to find her daughter missing.

TBC

Jagugu88li,you are welcome

Adesina12, I always owe you

Temisaintkenz, this is not Laraba,I hope you dont mind

OluwabuqqyYOLO,thanks so much for the observations. As I was typing the scene, I was scared, you know?

AlamienDagash:
Azeequeen u the best like dj khalid.


Calm down and update
great wrk tho

Thanks so much, I am really grateful

Benita27:
I am here babe. Nice one, once you've updated do call my attention.

I've done so