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DINDY THE LONE WOLF
THE REAL LIFE STORY OF DINDY'S LOVE LIFE
STORY BY DINDY
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THIS STORY IS A ONE EPISODE STORY
WARNING; THIS STORY MIGHT MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN, SORROW, ANGER, PITY AND MIGHT MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH DINDY, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU :p .
Thanks for reading
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I know many of you might have different questions about me and the kind of life I live, and also about my love life. Well this story will tell you guys all about me and my love life.
My love life story is a crazy one, have no fear I didn't break anyone's heart. And no one broke mine (I think).
This story is not only about my love life but also about the kind of lifestyle I live.
And guys this story is more like a gist between you and I, so when you are reading it just imagine I'm in your front talking with you about my love life.
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I sat next to her, looking at her with all my soul and mind. I felt like pouncing on her because of what she wore. I was loosing control.
She saw how lust my eyes were so she slowly unbuttoned her clothe then told me to help her finish it up. I couldn't say no because that was all I wanted at that moment.
I got very excited on seeing what I saw. She then removed my belt from my waist as she kissed me from my head down to my waist. My body quaked seriously and strongly.
I was now fully charged and so was she, so I pulled off all I wore and stood up right in front of her.
She quickly pulled all she wore too, then NEPA took the light and that was how the Nigerian movie ended.
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[Laughs] I got you there, gosh you have such dirty mind, do you think I would do such a thing?. Well if you think so I'm sorry but I ain't that kind of guy.
I know by now many of you are excited [laughs], and I know some of you won't even read up to this part because you will think it's a porn story [Laughs].
I also know some of you will be so shocked seeing what I wrote at the beginning. Well that's not my style of writing, I don't like writing stuffs like that because I don't like it. But that doesn't mean I can't write it, if I choose to write it, it will blow your mind.
I'm sorry for getting you all excited [Laughs], now please go and ask God for forgiveness for thinking dirty [Laughs].
Now let me start my real story, remember don't fall in love ooo [Laughs].
......STORY BEGINS......
Every pain as its source, every behavior has its linkage, every feeling as its starts and every expression has its reason.
My love life all began when I was in primary school, but back then I didn't understand what love was. I saw it has nothing.
There was a girl I liked --I can't believe I'm actually gonna tell you guys this-- her name was Anita.
She was a beautiful black skin girl (an Hausa girl). We schooled in the same school and we were friends kinda.
Everything was going well and fine between us until one day. Anita, her elder sister and little bro came to see someone in my area. The person lived downstairs and i lived upstairs.
Few minutes after Anita, her elder sister and little brother entered the person's house, I and my elder brother went downstairs to do something.
My bro saw Anita's slippers thinking that it was her elder sister's own --back then my brother and Anita elder sis were friends--. He took the slippers and hid it somewhere.
Few minutes later, Anita, her sister and brother came out. I and my bro didn't go back upstairs because we wanted to see the result of the evil he did.
Anita started looking for her slippers, she searched and searched but couldn't find it. She looked at me then said I was the one who took it.
I tried to explain to her that I was not the one, but she insisted that I was the one. My brother then went to bring out her slippers from where he had hid it.
He gave it to her but it didn't end her belief that I was the one that hid it. She kept on saying things but I just smiled and ignored.
The next day in school, when we were on break, she said something that really surprised me kinda.
She said that she likes everyone in the school except me. She said it standing right in front of me.
When I heard her saying it, I tried again to explain to her that I was not the one, but she didn't believe me so I smiled looking at her. In my mind I was like "What wrong did I do?".
After that day, my connection to her ended. From that day on till now, I irritate her.
My brother and her sister tried bring us back together but it never worked. --Seriously right now I am feeling somehow hurt, I can't believe I had absorb so much pain.--
She kinda pushed me out of her life just because of a pair of foot wear --I'm not really sure why she pushed me out of her life. Maybe it was because I acted like a nerd or maybe something else. But for me I think it's because of the foot wear--
She did some other things to me, hissing when she saw me and other stuffs like that. But that's all gone now.
--Well that is all you guys need to know about the first girl I liked when I was little.--
During that time, i was a nerd kinda, i was a weird kid. I behaved differently from other, i enjoyed staying alone, i didn't like too much crowd.
There was a girl at that time who was my friend, her name was Joy-c. I and her fought alot and argued. She lived the opposite building close to mine and she was a very fun friend.
Joy-c was a fun girl, she made fun of my voice one certain time, which I found very annoying. --Back then girls laugh at me because of my voice. They said it was kinda girly. I found it very unpleasant when I talk and they laugh.--
At first we were not that close, but as her elder sis and my elder sis were friends, we both came close.
She was a very nice girl --I'm missing her--. She was pretty too, but not more than Anita --I wonder how she looks now, pretty hot!, hopefully--.
She and her family later packed out and moved into another home far from where I lived. I lost connection with her. Well I guess such Is life.
Now let's move to the second girl I once liked. Her name was koko a beautiful Yoruba girl.
She was not more beautiful than Anita, but she was lighter in skin than Anita --They both were dark in complexion--.
I didn't like her so much but she liked me. As we aged, I began to like her --as at that time, I was in secondary school-- but i never for once told her that I loved her.
I and koko were not in talking terms until I got to secondary school. Although we lived in the same area, we hardly meet or talk base on the fact that we never do talk to each other at all.
We later started talking but it didn't last long because of me. I was the shy type back then which really affected my social life and status.
She did something to me a day like that, but she didn't know that I heard what she said about me to her friend.
I moved on with life so did she. And that was how our connection ended.
Love for me when i was in secondary school, wasn't so fun to me because I was very shy. The girls I liked, some didn't like me, some felt irritated by my presence, some liked me back but I never got too close to them because I was shy.
Everything changed for me when I entered ss1, I mean everything. That was when I had my first gf.
Her name was Chichi and she was an igbo girl --I don't wanna tell you guys her full name for some reasons please don't be annoyed--.
She was a fun and crazy person, and she had what all guys wanted, although she was kinda like a tom boy.
She really loved me but I never really gave her full attention, I didn't treat her right and I never tried to understand her felling. At the end of it all she sent me a letter which I read but didn't really understand.
I was at fault on every side, I f*cked up big time just because I was too blind to see the feelings she showed and have for me.
She did so many things for me that no other girl has done for me. She always got my back. She was always there for me but I was never there for her.
After she sent me the letter she travelled and came back years later. When she came back we became best friends till date --the only thing now is that we hardly talk--.
--I always like making people who like/love me, my friend. That's the kind of person I am--.
Many girls belittled me, many looked at me like a fool which built up in me and it made me kinda harsh and hard in a way.
There was a time like that when I went for my church's camp. I saw a beautiful chocolate skin girl, her name was grace and she had this eyes that I loved very much --360 eyes kinda--. When I first saw her, I was blown away, but I didn't have the mind to talk to her.
I finally spoke to her on the last night of the camp, after my brother had forced me to man up.
The funny thing was that, I didn't ask her for her number, you can just manage how stupid is was for me to talk to a girl I liked and not collect her number.
My shyness really f*cked me up alot of times. I think that is the reason why some girls find me irritating or stupid.
After the camp, I tried all my best to find her once again, but it was on the hopeless side because she was no where to be found.
I wasn't able to get grace again even when she came for the next camp, I still didn't collect her number. I used sickness for an excuse --I was sick when I went to the camp for the second time--.
Now I have to live my life not ever to see her again just because I was shy. It hurts tho' remembering that I would have been happy with her. But life has to go on even if it hurts.
Years later when I got to ss3, love found me once more and there I found her, the girl that changed my whole life completely.
Her name was Esther --That's her English name I can't tell you guys her other names because of some reasons--.
Esther was a dark skin girl with a very pretty face --I don't know why it's usually dark skin girls that likes me--. Guys in my class back then loved her but she liked me.
We were just friends during that period, but she showed me signs that she liked me alot. I liked her too but I didn't want to date her because of our upcoming examination at that time.
After the examination we started connecting, then on our V.S (vacation service) day. She and I started full time dating.
After the V.S (vacation service) she and I walked alone on a street. As we walked alone I felt cold and sad because I was going to miss my friends. --I'm a very emotional guy which I hide alot.--
I won't lie, saying these words "I LOVE YOU" was hard for me, I was too shy to say it even though it was only us walking alone in the street. I didn't know how it happened but we started dating.
My love grew for her strongly and although my aunty didn't really like her, I didn't care because I truly loved her and there was nothing in this world that could make me change mind about her.
Time after time, she would come visit me and we would talk about many things. She trusted me and I trusted her, we were like two best friends.
The funny thing about our relationship was that we never kissed or did those smooching sh*t because I never made a move to do so. We were dating but I was very shy. --My shyness has killed so many opportunities for me.--
Sometimes she would come to my area after she had closed from her mum's shop very late at night by 10pm or 9pm. She really tried for me.
I was afraid that she would get hurt but she wasn't, she was bold and strong. My aunty and sister didn't like her --Like seriously, my aunty and my elder sis don't joke with me, if they don't like you, they don't like you and it won't change.--
Everything was going well after a year, but months later things started changing between us little by little. I started working and had less time for her. Deep down inside me i knew that we would soon break up because of the way we related.
Something happened a particular time. I tried calling her but her number wasn't going. I kept on trying her number but it didn't go.
I asked her friends but they told me that they haven't seen her. I couldn't go to her house because I did note want to run into her dad --Life is important o --.
After 1 week she called me and told me that she was facing some personal issue, I told her to tell me what it was but she refused. After that day things really changed and we separated gradually.
She stopped picking my calls and anytime she picked it she won't say a word. Sometimes she would pick it and speak her language.
I got confused and upset why she did all she was doing. I started removing my heart from her not to be heartbroken because I knew it was going to be over soon.
I stopped calling her because she was behaving very weird, but after a month I decided to call her. When I called she picked it I said "Hello Esther, you can't even call me", I said it jokingly.
She hissed at me and ended the call. I smiled and from that day I removed her totally from my heart.
I never got heartbroken because I knew that we were going to breakup. But what I never knew was that I would totally change after that day.
I later found out the main reason why she left me through several means, but I won't tell you guys because some of you naughty ones might wanna trace her. --But right now I'm still talking to Esther and we are still friends--.
I never knew that what happened would bring up a new hard character in me.
After that day things changed in me, I became rude without knowing it, I pushed girls away from me because I didn't want to hurt them.
Many girls think I'm too rude, but I'm not i am just self defensive. Sometimes I say hurtful things without knowing it and many girl think that's the way I am because they don't understand my pain or what I went through.
After the relationship of I and Esther, I stopped giving girls attention. But one day everything changed and I fell in love with a girl whose name I'm not going to disclose because I don't want her trouble and I don't have time to answer her questions.
I met her in a chat group which chichi my ex who later became my friend added me to. She was a very nice beautiful dark skin girl.
She treated me right, she pets me which I really loved, she called me sweet names and all that.
We never met for once but she liked me alot and so did i, we would have been dating by now but again I f*cked up. I pushed her away --i have always done that, pushing girls away--.
Dating her didn't work out, so I finally made up my mind to lock up my heart and forget anything about love because I believed and still believe that love is not my thing. It has dealt with me seriously and has made me kinda a mean guy.
After the connection of I and chichi's friend ended, I met another girl on facebook --Social media life--.
She is a lovely and very beautiful fair skin girl --I won't disclose her name because I know some of you know her and might even try to trace her--. I really really like her because no matter how I pushed her away, she comes back to me.
There was a time we fought before she went back to school. I thought that we won't talk again, but to my greatest surprise when she came back, she told me that she was back and I was very happy to hear from her once more.
There was a time that I hurt her really bad by saying something, but she ignored it.

I really admire her attitude to always ignore my bad side. I do feel bad hurting her, but I don't intentionally do it that's why I'm afraid of dating because I don't want to hurt anyone.
I have tried distancing myself from love but it never seems to stay away from me.
Each time I see a girl looking at me or acts like she likes me, I tend to push her away or stay away from her. My love life is just complicated.
I hardly look girls in the eyes because I don't want them to see what lies within my eyes. I like focusing my eyes towards another direction just to avoid eyes contact.
Many girls think I don't look them in the eyes because I don't think they are good looking or something, but they don't understand.
The only girl that truly and fully understands me is my best friend Faith. Our friendship started years ago from primary school.
She is the only girl that I can never hurt because she knows that i don't intentionally say the hurtful things I say. She is more of a sister then a friend to me. I share everything that concerns me to her. Let me just say we both understand each other.
I have friend zoned all girls in my life including the girl I really like right now. I'm afraid to date her because we are distance apart. I don't want a situation where by she will feel alone.
I don't want to date a girl that I will be far from because distance has made me loose some girls that I really liked. I've learnt from my past mistakes not to date any girl that I won't have time to see.
Now I have the opportunity to date any girl like Dahmmy who is as crazy as I am, in fact she is the most craziest girl ever, but I just can't because I don't want love, I don't want any girl to feel love for me.
There was another girl who told me that she loves me, but I couldn't date her because something held me back from dating her. I later found out that she is one of my fans --You guys know how it is now, you can't date a fan, that's my belief o--.
I don't want to feel connected to any girl because I am a busy guy and might not have full time for her which will surly hurt her.
Although my heart wants love, I choose not to get it. Time after time I feel down, like something is missing in me, but I always make sure I fight it one way or the other.
I always try to direct my love for the opposite gender into the love my fans show me. But to be real it is never enough because there is nothing as sweet as being able to share the real love you have and feel inside with another person.
Sometimes when I see a girl and a boy playing love, it upsets me in a way, I find it very unnecessary.
Well my love life might not be as bad as yours, but mine has scarred me and changed me in different ways. I won't lie, I miss the feeling of love but what can I do about it? I have to continue this way.
Maybe some day I will find love once again, maybe love will find me, i just don't know. But one day i will meet the right person that I won't be able to hurt and she won't hurt me. She will heal me and be with me, and I will protect and stand by her.
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THE END
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Hy guys, this story was not easy for me to write because I had to dig deep into my past and write it.
When I was writing this story, it made me remember my past and tears kinda came out of my eyes, but fear not it didn't drop, it went back in .
There were some other things that happened that I didn't add because of some reasons.
It was also hard for me to share it, I had doubts and was afraid that you guys might not like it and other things. But well I hope you guys love it.
I wrote this story just because of you guys, I feel you guys might like it.
MUCH LOVE FROM
DINDY THE LONE WOLF.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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THE PEN (THE LAST EPISODE 5) STORY BY DINDY

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Weeks passed and I was in my last drops of ink. I knew my time to be thrown away was coming someday, but I didn't expect it to happen at this level of life I'm in --I am was a month old which is equal to that of a man in his 50s--.
It was really hurtful for me to know that, all my knowledge would go with me and all the lovely times I spent with my master was going to be all wiped away by the power of death.
I was beginning to miss the way daniel held, touched and used me. Although he was using me to write his english assignment, I still missed him because I knew my end was close at hand.
I could still remember the day I solved my first math with him, we were in his room and he was about to write his assignment, which was given to him by his math teacher.
When he started solving the math. At first, I didn't understand all that "3x+2=6", but when he was done I realized that the question was looking for a "x" which was an unknown value.
--But seriously why do humans, whom have higher level of understanding choose to find an unknown value?. If it's unknown, then leave it that way simple because it was not meant to be known, but really you guys need to stop that because it could make you go gaga sometimes when you get confused.--
When he moved to the next assignment, it was more easier because it was english!. I so love that subject, it is very easy.
The only thing with English, is that it changes like a seasonal water.
After his assignments he left me and the book there, while he went out of his room leaving the door open. I got a chance to see how the other side of his room looks like.
--I had never got the chance to see the out side of his room because he always kept me in his bag.--
With the little I saw, I could tell that his room was more beautiful, but inside me I knew that some day I would have the chance to see how it fully looks like.
As I allowed my thoughts to engulf me, a human came from the door approaching me in a speedy motion. She picked me up, I didn't find it normal for another human to pick a pen that doesn't belong to him/her.
--When I was first owned by daniel, i saw so many things wrongly and I even saw some wrong things as the right things. Let me just say, things were rather confusing than straight forward for me.--
As she walked to the other side (out of Daniel's room), I felt so fab. At that time, I didn't even remember that it was not Daniel that was holding me.
As she fully stepped out, i then had the chance to see the whole place. It was more beautiful than I thought, it was high above beauty.
In my mind, I was like "no wonder Daniel left me in his room, this place it awesomely outstanding".
--If only you could understand, how it feels to see something you've never seen and you wished for it, then it comes quicker than an order you placed on SLOT or JUMIA or KONGA.--
There was more light and space outside, than in Daniel's cage --I called Daniel's room so many things back then, like cage and prison--
I didn't enjoy full time with the beauty that beheld me. She took a left turn and she landed herself in front of another door which was quite not to far from Daniel's room.
She then turned the nob on the door, which was facing her, then she opened it with a little force.
When we got in, I saw an older human (man), I thought to myself that he might be the owner (aka dad) of Daniel because he looks to much like Daniel.
She pushed her hand forward to give me to him, then he collected me from her.
He then place me beside a book, as he stood up to put on a switch. At first I didn't like the idea of moving from one human hand to the other.
When I thought of it over again and came to a conclusion at that point, that if the human (man) is daniel's owner, then it's okay if he used me.
A minute later, I started feeling a cold chill on my body. I began to wonder how possible is it for a room to have weather change.
It was not common to me, the temperature of the room dropped gradually, so did my ability to gave out my ink.
The more the place got colder, the more I became more and more dizzy by the passing minutes.
The problem was not only that my ability to gave out ink became weak, but also that the man kept on hitting my small head.
He later dropped me down beside a book --I think he was fed-up of hitting and hitting me continuously--.
After some minutes later, she came back (the girl that picked me) --I think the man called her because he was fed up of using a pen like me--.
He then gave me back to her, then she hurried back to drop me in Daniel's room, as she passed the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my life.
When she finally dropped me, I was happy because my wish came to life under minutes --that was the best time, I have ever had in my life--.
.....PRESENTLY....
I don't have much time, I think I'm in my last seconds ink. My hopes are that Daniel becomes the greatest human in life.
He is such an out standing kid, with high knowledge of what he wants to be........
.......THE WRITER.......
The pen wasn't able to finish up its words because it was out of ink, it died a happy PEN.
As for Daniel, he kept the pen in his bag all through his school days and he became the man the PEN wished for.

THE END

STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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THE PEN (EPISODE 4) STORY BY DINDY

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It had been more than a week, since Daniel bought me from the human in the shop and some-things were becoming a little bit old for me.
I still saw new things that I had never since before, but it was not surprising to me, as the first time I came out side.
--I know you guys might wonder how I learnt all this english words, well what do you expect when the kid that bought me writes a lot and he likes english. He also enjoys drawing even ought he draws with his pencil some times.--
Things were more interesting than ever because i started knowing more things, as time moved and other stuff like that.
Although I fell and was beaten by him severally, when my ink didn't come out, I don't blame him because I knew he did not understand our mechanism.
Let me tell you a little about this boy called Daniel or let me say my master.
Daniel was a good kid, he was fair in complexion and very intelligent. He was one of the best in his class, he had this unbelievable ability of solving things fast and quick. Well that's enough about him, let's go back to me.
Daniel taught me a lot of things, but I am sure he didn't know. I'm sure that he never knew that the more he used me to write, the more intelligent I became.
We both benefitted from one another. Everytime he used me to write, i never forgot the words because a pen never forgets its ink which was used to put down a word/number/drawing.
We pen never forget our ink, which was used to write because the ink is part of us and it is what keeps us alive.
--You humans are always ignorant about things around you, you humans won't believe me if I told you what things around you can do. Sometimes things around you, saves you from death without you know it at all.--
There came a day that i was kept beside the book that Daniel was using to draw. Daniel was in class siting and drawing with a pencil, when one of his friends walked close to him and said something.
--Although I was made not to hear or smell or say a word anything, I wasn't use to the feeling of not having the abilities because if I had all those abilities, I would have learnt so many other things more than the things I knew.--
He left me on his desk, beside the book with the pencil still in his hand, then followed his friend as they both went out side.
It was unlike Daniel to leave me like that, he is not a careless kid and he takes good care of his things, even his books were well arranged in his bag and non of them look worn-out or faded.
one of his friend saw me and picked me up, I was so annoyed when he picked me up.
If I was able to shout, I would have shouted so loud, that even Daniel who went out would hear me.
His friend's name was unknown to me, so was his reason for why he had picked me up like he is my master and king.
He dropped me in his left pocket, in an upside down position. While I was there, I was wishing and hoping that Daniel would come back quick enough before his unknown friend, would do what he did to the other pen I saw in his hand the other day to me.
--On that faithful day, I was looking around and my sight got hold of him, he was chewing the tube of a pen. I wondered why the kid did that. I thought maybe the kid was trying to chew the pen down to a smaller size so that it could fit into another pen's case or maybe he just did it for fun sake. Any which ways, I didn't just want to become a victim of his brown and large teeth, that looks like a madman's hair.--
A big blow landed on my head --My cap wasn't on my head it was on my butt--.
The blow was very heavy, which caused my body to crack at the side a little bit (It hurts so much).
I knew it was the kid's hand that did that because I know the touch of Daniel's finger (remember I am a pen). The kid dipped his hand inside his pocket to bring me out.
I saw light again which was cool, but I was really furious, in my front was Daniel standing and looking at the kid.
Daniel's lips were moving, but I was not able to understand because I was still adjusting myself to the crack that disorganized my sense of actuality. I was happy to see Daniel.
The kid handed me over to Daniel, In my mind I was saying "Yea you better give me back to Daniel, if you don't want the thunder raining on you".
I know it was a silly talk, but I was angry at that time, so everything I said that time was a random talk that came from anger.
When my body touched Daniel's hand, it felt like home. Believe me when I say "When your master touches you it feels like home". --I felt life itself, most of you won't understand until you meet your creator.--
Daniel was angry with the kid that took me, I saw how his face was frowned and saw the kid pointing at me.
Daniel relied him back, by showing him the little tiny marks, he gave me when he bought me newly.
--The day Daniel marked me, that day was a day of honour. It was a day I realized that he was my real master and I was made to serve him all my life until there was no more ink left in my tube.--
The kid turned and went out, after seeing the marks that Daniel showed him on my body.
Daniel removed my cap from my butt and placed it on my head, then i relaxed and took a short minutes sleep ....... To be continued.

STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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THE SILENT MOVIE
STORY BY DINDY
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THIS STORY IS A ONE EPISODE STORY.
CAUTION; THIS STORY WILL INSPIRE YOU AND MIGHT MAKE YOU CRY.
Thanks for reading
....STORY BEGINS....
Life is full of words that I can't speak, life is an expression I can't express through words, signs and movement of my hands are the only way I can connect with other.
My life is without complete joy and my soul suffers for it deeply, time increased the frustration within me and regret is all I feel.
Numbers of times have I tried to understand why I can't break free off my voiceless cry, number of things I've wished to be heard without the signs of hand language but it all ends up at nothing.
My name is Jessica and the things I went through as a young lady who wasn't shown love and was also denied love because of my ability not to voice out my true feelings, would make you see this world differently.
........JESSICA'S STORY STARTS......
I was born in the year 1995, after my birth my mum and dad died leaving only me in the world, my dad had died right after he heard that my mum died after giving birth to me --so I was told--.
The hospital contacted my relatives but non of them wanted anything to with me because of what they heard that happened. They believed that I was a child of bad luck.
The hospital couldn't do anything about it, so they gave me to an orphanage home since I was rejected by my own family --You can imagine, the people you call family are the ones that will turn their backs against you--.
--My pains and suffering started from when i was a little baby, who was so harmless and who knew nothing about the wickedness that moves and floats around the universe.--
.........TWO YEARS LATER.......
As time went on, I grew like others of the same age as I in the orphanage home, but unlike them I wasn't able to say my first baby words, all I could do was to make sounds. The personnel in the orphanage home later came to the conclusion that I was dumb -can't speak--, which led to another area of my life of pain.
Kids of my age were being adopted by different rich people, but I wasn't because of the error life injected in me. Some of the orphanage personnel didn't like me so much because of my disability.
Love for me when I was a kid, wasn't so sweet and fun, each passing day was like a chain saw cutting deep into my life. Rejection was written all over my voice cords and face.
......FIVE YEARS LATER.......
When I became 7 years of age things became harder and love was a missing box in the land of no return. I was bullied around by both boys and girls in the orphanage home, just because no one could understand me.
I had no friends not because I could not speak, but because the kids that where there heard what happened to my parent and how I was rejected by my relates, so they came to a conclusion that I was nothing but pure bad luck.
Each time I tried associating with them, I get pushed aside like a piece of worthless used rag. Some of the orphan personnel tried creating bond between I and other kids, but it was completely hopeless because non of them liked me not even a bit.
I was a rejected stone in the orphanage home to all the kids, things were very hard for me but I never allowed my inner pain to surface, I tried my best in fighting my way around the pain not to fall into the down-less fall of pain.
......TWO YEARS LATER......
I lived 9 years of my life thinking that I was the only person in the world with such disability until a day came. A man in his thirties came --he was also dumb--, he was brought by one of the orphanage personnel to teach me and other kids hand signs --I was the only dumb kid in the orphanage home--.
I was happy when I heard it because it would be a good way for I and other kids in the orphanage home to connect.
When the teaching started, at first I wasn't so sure that I would understand, but as time moved on, I got to understand bit by bit.
The man who taught I and other kids hand signs was more focused on me because he knew what it felt like not to have the ability of speech. He would regularly teach me separately after he was done with the general teaching which helped me improved alot.
He would teach me things ahead of what he planned to teach that particular day.
Some personnel in the orphanage home were happy to see changes in my lifestyle after each teaching by the man. Things also changed between I and other kids, they began to get closer to me because they understood little of what I was passing through.
........SIX YEARS LATER.......
Everything became different for me at the age of 15, but some old things never change no matter how hard you try.
Each time I was put up for adoption, one thing or another would stop it. The reason why many of them didn't choose me was because I was dumb, some of them didn't pick me because of what they learnt about my past.
What took away my happiness was my past and disability, they were the darkness drilled deep down my body and soul.
Each time I got rejected, I feel a sharp pain right in my chest, but I hold the pain inside me not to show my weakness. Rejection became a regular thing for me and loneliness became my place of rest.
Time after time, I would sit in a corner and just cry to let all my hidden pain out. It was the only way for me to get rid of the pain which was very very hurtful.
The orphanage personnel didn't notice for a moment that I suffered in pain due to rejection because I hid my pains so well that it was like a smile on my face.
........THREE YEARS LATER......
When I became 18years nothing changed, everything was still the same for me. Love and care was still far away from my presence and nothing but sorrow was all that cuddled me.
I became one of the oldest orphan in the orphanage home. Every other older kid had been adopted leaving me behind, even younger and little kids that were brought to the orphanage home months ago had been adopted.
I was like a forbidden fruit in the valley of sweet grapes. Some of the orphanage personnel felt sorry for me, while other said I was a witch and I was nothing but bad luck.
At that age I felt no pain again because it became part of me, nothing I heard about me pained me or made me cry. I was so deeply hurt that there was nothing else to be hurt about, so each time I heard them say bad things about me, I would just ignore.
Although nothing changed in my emotional life, but physically things changed about me. My looks, hair, sharp, size and most important of all my ability to do hand signs.
I was very good at hand signs, I was so good that I started creating my own hand signs and drawing them down. Some of the orphanage personnel who liked me, told me that I shouldn't stop, that this would take me somewhere.
They encouraged me to continue, so I didn't stop and kept on pushing.
.......TWO YEARS LATER......
A competition come up for people who can't talk, people like me. I was very happy to hear that, at least I would meet different people that has the same disability like me and I would show case what I have.
When the day came for the competition, I got prepared very early and left to the venue --hey, I was 20years, so I was old enough to walk on my own--.
When I got there I saw few people like me around, they used hand signs to communicate to themselves. I was not a social person so I stayed on my own and stood at a corner looking around.
The competition was all about reading words and demonstrating what you read with your hands. The competition started and they started giving us numbers. I was picked as number 5.
When time came for me to do my stuff, I did great but then words appeared on the screen which words were being displayed for us to read.
The words were "Parent, relatives, friends, family and Death". When I saw it I became weak, I was totally confused and didn't know what to do. I broke down instantly making me loose the competition.
When I gat back to the orphanage home, I said nothing to anyone, I gently and quietly walk in and went straight to my bed to relax my head.
That day was a dark day for me because what I never imagined that would happen to me happened that very day, it almost made me cry but due to the pains and sorrow I had experienced I was able to hold down the tears.
......FIVE YEARS LATER......
Five years had gone by since the competition took place and the pain of it made me hide my ability of hand signs. Things changed a little for me, I was the oldest person in the orphanage home and was helping out the personnel who worked there to do some little jobs.
I was very attractive, so guys walked up to me time to time asking me for my name. Like a day when I was walking on my own, a cute handsome guy drove up to me and asked me where I was going to.
At that moment I had wished he would disappear, but he didn't and kept on asking me where I was going, so I tried speaking with hang signs.
When he came to the reality that I was dumb, he said nothing to me and drove off, I watched his car as it drove forward then I continued walking.
I never for once felt bad because it was not the first or second or third time it was happening to me, sometimes most guys would hiss or laugh at me, so it was a normal thing for me.
In the orphanage home, no one wanted to adopt me again, they said i was too old and could not talk, so i was of no use to them. The things they said didn't hurt me in any way because my heart had become more wounded than before.
As time went on, I got a job in a cyber café which wasn't too far from the orphanage home --I'm a computer literate--. The lady who employed me wasn't always around but her son was.
Her son was so handsome that my heart melted each time I saw him, his presence always lightened up my emotions and face without me even knowing it. I tried as much as possible to hide my emotions for him, but it always seemed to show each time he came around me, but the only thing was that he never knew nor understood.
The things that kept me away from him was my disability and he had a girlfriend who he loved so much. I loved him so much that each time he picked a call from his girlfriend, I would feel really offended and sad inside.
His girlfriend and my disability was a bridge that divided our two separate worlds, but deep down i knew that someday I would get the chance to express myself.
I would have told him how much I really cared and love him but I was so afraid to get rejected by him.
I was afraid that I might do something extremely terrible if he turned me down and I didn't want to steal another lady's man, it was not my way of life and I wasn't planning on taking that path.
There came a time when he went back to school to finish up his schooling because he was in his final year. When he left I felt to alone, like there was nothing for me to live for, I was totally incomplete.

.......SIX MONTHS LATER......
He came back looking more handsome and breathtaking than before, smiles came on my face when i saw him, the smile was so obvious that he looked at me strangely. When I saw that he was looking at me strangely, I quickly changed my facial expression.
Although I changed my facial expression my heart was still beating very fast, making me loose control of everything I was doing at that particular moment. My heart beat so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out my chest.
I can't sit any more, so I excused myself and headed out side to a corner to relief my heart off the load.
When I got to the corner, a smile came on my face and I placed both my hands on my chest relaxing my emotions.
That day passed away and the joy I felt continued to remain in me because of my heart was super happy.
.......A WEEK LATER.......
Everything was normal until a day came and everything changed. It was a lovely friday and the morning smelled of great things to happen.
I went to my working place that Friday with my face glowing like the clouds. As always, I excepted him to come 30mins after I had opened, but he didn't which got me worried and sad.
3 hours had got but yet he didn't show up, I couldn't call him because I was dumb so that was completely a bad idea because he won't understand what I would say. The only way for me to reach him was to text him.
I was about to text him when I came to my senses that I didn't have his phone number. After I realised that, I became more and more sad.
All day long I was so unhappy, i became stressed out because of the way I felt deep inside me. Evening came but yet there was no sign of him.
When closing time came, I locked up slowly. After locking up, I then start walking back home.
On my way going back home I saw someone right under a tree with both hands place on the head. When I looked properly I discovered that it was him.
I was surprised and happy to see him, so I walked up to him to know why he didn't come.
When i got close to him, he raised his head upwards displaying the tears that came down his eyes. When I saw his watery eyes my heart instantly became greatly sad.
Micheal: "Oh it's you", he said as he gently wiped of the tears off his face.
I smiled and sat beside him.
Micheal: "I know you are wondering why i didn't show up today", he said to me as fresh droplets of tears moved down his eyes.
Micheal: "You won't believe what happened to me", he said as tears began to gather up more and more in his eyes.
Micheal: "[In pain] My girlfriend broke up with me after all this years we have been together", he said as tears flowed down his eyes like a water fall.
Micheal: "She left me, she break my heart. I have nothing to live for, my life is over!", he shouted expressing his inner pain.
As I saw him crying, I became torn apart into pieces, I couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand to see him so heartbroken and sad. Tears started coming down my eyes as I saw him crying more and more.
I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, I wanted to express my true feelings for him, I wanted to pour out all I feel deep inside for him, but it was not possible because of my disability.
I cried like he did, but my reasons were because I couldn't express myself to him and he was heartbroken.
I knew I had to try and save him from his pain, so I quickly thought of the best way to reach him. I tapped him on his right shoulder making him to look at me with tears in his eyes.
I then tried using simple hand signs to tell him that I love him. He looked at me confusingly with tears dropping from his eyes and said nothing because he did not understand what I was doing.
When I saw that he wasn't getting what I was doing, I then brought out a lollipop from my bag to try it maybe he would understand me.
When I tried explaining my feelings with the lollipop he became very infuriated.
Micheal: "I don't understand what you're doing!", he yelled at me angrily.
Micheal: "No one understands you", he said angrily with tears in his eyes.
Micheal: "[Angry] You don't even know how it feels to be heartbroken, you can never understand the feeling", he said standing up with eyes in his eyes.
Micheal: "[Angry] What can you ever know? After all you are just a dumb girl", he said as he left.
After I heard his last words, I froze for up to 30mins. I was confused, shocked, paralyzed, very sad, and in deep pain.
I wasn't myself any more, I lost my soul that moment and everything became nothing. Life to me became worthless.
When I got myself back after 30mins of sitting, tears ran down my eyes and i stood up with my bag in my hand.
I began to walk like a robot with tears running down my eyes because I was still in shock of what i heard.
When I got to the orphanage home, I went straight to my room not saying a word to nobody.
After I opened the door to my room (with tears still coming down my eyes) and sat down on my bed, everything came down on me breaking me entirely and completely.
My tears increased so much that it was like I had a dam of tears in my brain which had been stored for years. My mind felt like it had been smashed severely and my mind felt like it was going to explored with bitterness.
All the pains, sorrows and sadness that had been hidden in me over the years came out that very moment destroying me both emotionally, physically, psychologically and mentally.
.......THE NEXT DAY BY 5AM......
Jessica: "Life has done it again to me", she said in her mind as tears ran down her eyes.
Jessica: "What have I done wrong to deserve all this", she said in her mind crying more.
Jessica: "From the beginning of my life it has been all rejection", she said in her mind as she placed both hands on her hand.
Jessica: "I was denied everything including love", she said within herself crying out tears.
Jessica: "What do I have to live for if the only person I find love in has pushed me away because of my disability", she said in her mind as she opened up her bag and brought out a razorblade that was in her bag.
Jessica: "I have nothing else to live for, if I can't talk like others, then I'm totally worthless to life", she said In her mind as she cut her left hand vein, causing her to collapse instantly.
She DIED 20mins later when no one was able to help her because they had no idea of what happened.
THE END
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Hello fans, I wrote this story not because I want to entertain you or make you enjoy reading.
I wrote it because I was inspired when I saw a dumb lady. I was sad at first when I saw that she couldn't talk, it hurt me alot.
In fact let me just say this story is for her, she might never read this story for a day, but at least I'm happy that it would be read by others like her and they would be happy reading it (kinda).
I want people to really see the challenges they face time to time and the kind of hard life some of them experience and live.
Having the ability not to talk ain't easy, so when you see a dumb person, try and connect with them the best way you can, you never can tell what unbelievable ability he/she may have.
Try to respect and love people with disabilities, don't condemn them because everyone is special in their own way.
Fans, I hope you guys learnt from this story And oh yea I'm really sorry for the delay on the stories I listed I was going to write. My head needs rest and I lost inspection to write, but don't worry I got the inspiration to write back and I will still write the stories I listed. Although some would be this year while others next year.
I won't have written this story if not for that lady who can't talk, she is really my inspiration for this story, God bless her and God bless all my Beautiful and loving fans out there.
MUCH LOVE FROM DINDY BABY, I HOPE YOU CRIED :p.
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