MissRelly:
gud morning frozenfire nd evrybody anytime i remember dis story goose bumbs cum over me,pls cum nd update o o,dis morning i pick up my phone 2 read d new one my elder shouted at me bcus he knows am not fond of touching my phone in d morning.thumbs up u are good,i hope u had a sweet dream

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Chicent:
Whosky lawyer...... But with a visible face of all involved, the man will take u all down if he survives. Well except maybe the conditions are beyond comprehension..... I need some More, More gal.








Good morning Frozenfirenaija

Good morning sir

Episode 47
The metal pressed into my forehead and I whimpered in fear, scared to look up at the ugly face that clouded me with a terrifying look and stench of hatred that choked the life out of me. I squeezed my eyes so tight,my eyelid almost shrinked and fell down. I was a terrible sight to behold as I kept sniffing in the catarrh that blocked my nostrils making respiration even harder than it already was.
Yet i was breathing fast and noisily, oxygen was precious at the moment. Oxygen was the only thing that eased me as my stomach grumbled in fright. If the trigger was pulled, then oxygen wouldnt be free anymore. My face was hot and tears burned down my cheeks as I continued to shake my head in a negative gesture. The sitting room had always been very spacious and well ventilated but today the heat in the room could have fried an egg,maybe even burn the egg.
I was sweating profusely and my legs were drained of blood, bones and muscles
Theo didn't flinch an eye of concern,he pressed the gun harder to my head and I could bet the metal had drawn a round hole like an Indian design on my forehead. Namaste,I was dying in Indian style. I stared at the gun on the table and gulped in a large amount of saliva I didn't even have in excess.
I picked it up in trembling hands and stared at the trigger for a long time,it was a gorgeous gun to be honest. I knew it must have cost a fortune, a fortune out of my Mother's money that father had hired robbers to come and steal. I turned the gun over to the victim kneeling on the floor with pleading eyes that shot lazers of guilt into my heart.
"Do it,honey. Do it" Theo recited the words and every single detail stuck in my brain like a memory verse in a children department but I was only fourteen years old years old. How could you expect me to shoot a human? This things only happened in foreign movies not in reality, not in my house not in my life.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the back. It was my life or hers and I couldn't bring myself to make a choice. Making a choice was part of the procedure required to become the demon Father had planted in my life but even now a part of me doubted Father knew about this, he wouldn't let Theo touch me neither would he want me to shoot a human. He was evil but he wasn't callous. He was the devil but wasn't the devil an angel once?
I squeezed my eyes tightly and as the tears rolled out the corner of my eyes,it landed on my lips.Theo was becoming impatient blurting out profernities and curses that i was too busy to rebuke, too busy making a tough decision in my mind,too busy making a choice.
I wet my dry lips with my tongue ,i had made my decision. I had to do what I could.
"I'm sorry, Auntie Afura"
The gun shot was loud

Thanks all. Will update soon

Episode 46
I frowned and threw a bizzare look at Father who only shrugged back and made a nonchalant gesture with his big broad shoulders. I kept staring trying to compose myself and show a bit of courage but my lower lip was vibrating. I bit on it to stop the involuntary motion sucking it in to savour the taste of the words I bottled in because I didn't want to cause any trouble with Theo,I didn't want to be in the situation I was eight years ago the last time I saw Theo.
I closed my eyes, I didn't want to remember,I wanted the past to be where it was far away from the frontal lobe of my brain. Far away that I found it had to get into a trance. I never enjoyed going back in time because nothing in it ever favoured me,nothing in this present favoured me. Maybe falling in love was the first favour but I still haven't called Adam after he saved me from the freak with the broken bottle, I had saved his number and occasionally I stared at it longing to dial the number or even leave a message but I couldn't bring myself to do it again. Dialing his number was pulling the devil's tail,I didn't want to be played and be jilted neither did I want to feel the disappointment my heart was sure to feel when he tells me he is in a serious relationship and wants me to move to the massive and spacious ship called the Friendzone.
I opened my eyes and father was in front of me. He stretched his hands then touched my cheeks, carefully massaging my temple and I could feel my face flush with too much emotion,I couldn't define my own aura.
"Are you okay?" His look was as soft as a three year old. I nodded and he moved over to the man on the seat. He removed the blindfolds and I saw the agony in the eyes of the desperate old man or maybe it was just the redness of his eyes as his retina adjusted to the sudden daylight. He stopped yelling and looked from one man to another then stopped at me,with shock and swallowed hard.His Adam's apple was popping out I thought they would rip off his skin in no time. I looked away.
"You still wouldn't do what we asked of you?" The lawyer had taken another step forward placing his hands on the shoulders of the bond man who shot him a fearful glance and a face begging for mercy towards me. I looked away again. I wouldn't interfere, I couldn't stop any of the men neither could I save him. I just had to pretend I didn't exist. I had to become invisible.
The man replied in Yoruba saying he wouldn't do it and he would report to the situation to the police and bring us down. I may not be good at reading people but I knew this man was just blabbing because he thought he could threaten us into paying more money and was too proud to give up easily. I concluded he was from ijebu or Ilesha : two towns that could die for money or pride respectively.
Theo was laughing as he took a cigarette out of the shelf at the end of the sitting room and lit it up. The lawyer looked straight into the man's eye and replied in yoruba that he would beat the living daylight out of him if he didnt succumb to the plan they had explained. Father didn't take his eyes off me the whole time and I avoided his eyes like a plague. What was I even doing here? I was a lost ball in the high weeds.
"Sweetheart,please do the honours" Theo was now looking at me. I had heard what he said but I needed to be sure he has said it to me and he repeated himself painstakingly with an edge of command in his childish tone. I blinked and stared hard into Theo's face and his smile faded within a second. I turned to Father ,he was scratching his head ,he didn't see that coming too.
I wanted to disappear. I wanted the ground to swallow me. I couldn't be an accomplice to what I didn't believe in. Wat I had swore I wouldn't do.
Inflicting pain on an innocent man is the last thing I would ever do and I made that decision long ago.

Episode 45
The boy finally woke up from his coma on a very bright September morning. He had thankfully spent only two weeks in the deep sleep; two weeks that my family had spent in agony inflicted by his family who kept threatening to file a court case against us because they assumed we had a large money growing tree behind our large duplex where we could easily pluck just about any amount they asked of us to sustain the sick boy who of course,had no idea who hit him.
Mother had hired a very expensive and reliable lawyer who had never lost a case before. He had promised us that we wouldn't have to go to court if he handled the matter 'professionally'. The lawyer was an Igbo man whose surname I still find very hard to pronounce but all i know is he emphasized the word 'professionally' and the look on his face explained it was nothing close to a legal deal or professionalism. His fair in complexion face had different shades of lies and deception, for a moment he looked liked Father.
Mother had thanked him for his support and wrote a cheque for him saying she would balance up when the case was settled. The lawyer was grateful to be dealing with a family that paid well and he promised he wouldn't let us down so here we were,in a black 2015 Sienna : the lawyer, Father ,me and a very awkward silence going to a place I didn't know.
Father had insisted I followed them. The past weeks had been spent apart like a normal family except the frequent times I caught him staring or when we were talking and he wouldn't stop looking at my cleavages instead of my face but he had never tried to touch me or come close to my room door. I wondered why he wanted me to come and I concluded that he wanted the company of his most trusted acquaintance,The car came to a halt and the driver got down and opened the door for me. I looked around me and I realised we were somewhere in Magodo. From the moment I stepped down from the car in my jeans and black heels, I knew the place was familiar and I wasn't wrong.
Theo came out of the house with a wide smile on his face.
"Hello dear,it's been a long time" His voice wasn't deep and evil like every villian in a super hero movie. He had the tiniest masculine voice I have ever heard,he sounded more like a disco singer than a drug dealer and the man who had the solution to the court case that the illiterates threatened to file. I have too much to say to him,a long fight to bring down the table but instead i gave him the coolest smile letting sleeping dogs lie. They exchanged pleasantries and entered the big house.
A man was tied to the chair and his face was covered with a black cloth. Even though his yells could be compared to the noise in every zombie horror movie,non of the men seemed to care not like I expected Father's usual grin to be off but even the lawyer had that straight face teenagers make when a sexual scene rolls in when their parent are with them. I looked at the man horrified,he was bleeding in the nose and his lip had a ugly looking cut that made his lip look like a ham burger with blood in place of jam.
"Who is he?" My voice had faded to a whisper .
I had forced the words to come out after clearing my throat and searching for the words while I observed him.
"It's the Father of the boy at the hospital" the lawyer adjusted his tie.

lemme just drop one episode now kinda busy

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hatchetman:
frozenfire....ah jus cant describe ur writing prowess..but lemme jus say u r too much...more scenes to ya immaginations

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missuniverse:
a very big one

Eniqurl:
That man is a dog!

Niwdog:
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hefelove:

lmao I just can't stop laughing wen I saw dis

Rukkydelta:
Hmmm
How can a man molest is two daughters ?
Where has his conscience gone to ?

I dunno o

Episode 44
The sudden heat in the room stirred me out of my deep slumber. My sister's head was still on my thighs and from her tiny and rapid breathe I could tell she was now sleeping too. It hadn't been long since I pet her to sleep intentionally bringing up different conversations to distract her from our many problems. I didn't mention anything about father because I knew she wouldn't be able to handle the shock neither did I want her to hate him nor judge me for my stupidity at the last encounter with him. I also didn't want her to think about the boy who was dying in the hospital because of her inability to control her anger without seeking refuge from alcohol.
I had brushed my hands against her forehead when I told her true love lasts forever. It was like I was uploading the words I said into her head even though I didn't believe them. If true love lasts forever then Kwame and I would still be together. If life was a fairy tale,Father would not have ruined out lives because of his stupid lack of sexual control and sexual addiction or how else could I explain Father's childish misbehaviour and response towards everything in skirt?
We had slept off on the floor in the messy room unconcerned about what was going to happen next. It felt good to be in each other's arms. For the first time in my life I felt a gush of sympathy towards my sister and I felt a connection flow through our locked hands.
Suddenly ,a sharp sound broke into my thoughts and I stuttered at the small explosion that also jolted my sister out of her peaceful sleep. She straightened her body and sat up beside me as we both stared in confusion at the cause of the noise in the room.
The reading table was on fire. The memory flashed in my head like a movie trailer; I had grabbed the weed and tossed it down the room carelessly without putting it out. Unfortunately it landed on the alcohol soaked magazine that I had dropped back on the floor by the table.The fire started late but I could scientifically deduce the weed had kept burning till it aquired enough air to ignite the fire and of course,the alcohol encouraged it. The fire crawled around the room like a snake engulfing a padded bra which only made the fire burn more. Several magazines which had been scattered on the reading table where now ablaze and the body spray after being heated up had exploded causing the noise that had shaken heaven out of me.
It took only a second or more to figure all that out the same second it took for my sister and I to jump to our feet in pandemonium. My sister grabbed a pillow and tried to beat the fire out but the fire had already domimtaed and was now burning faster. I dragged her out of the room because I knew the fire was dangerous to her and I would forever blame my self if anything happened to her model body. After all I was the one who foolishly caused the fire.
I ran down the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me ignoring my phobia for the stairs and the questioning look my sister pierced into my skin. This was not the time to explain what I was about to do,ididnt even know it either I just had to do something before the fire consumed the table and crawled over to the bed or something else. I couldn't risk put us all in such jeopardy.
I ran back into the room with the fire extinguisher in my hand. I had been thought how to use it in chemistry class back then in secondary school. I skillfully pulled down the hook and sprayed the room with the gas that almost choked me as I held my breath.
Losing was not an option.
The fire extinguisher killed the fire leaving a chocy smell, black fumes and a frightful looking remnant of the table in the ghastly looking room. I left the room and gasped for breath . My sister walked up to me with fresh tears in her eyes and hugged me tightly.
We had a lot of cleaning to do and I had had enough for the day

Episode 43
She sniffed and wiped her face with the back of hands and I didn't fail to notice how pathetic she looked as she blew her nose with the tissue I had given to her. No one but the both of us was home; Mother had gone to port Harcourt and Father to God-knows-where. It was just the two of us in a big haunted house where one was a rotten tomato and the other a just discovered bad apple.I threw her an inquisitive look and she shook her head not willing to talk. Looks couldn't make her open up,I had to persuade her any way I could.
" you can tell me anything, a problem shared is a problem solved" I sounded like a therapist and the expression on her face showed she was falling for it.
" you are my sister and i am here for you anytime you need me,you can always talk to me,sis"
She cleared her throat and fought with her words for a while but I didn't interrupt. I gave her the space she needed .
"It is Debo..he..I didn't..I always..." okay ,Debo is her fiance,if this is what it is about. It was supposed to be simple but she went ahead and it wasn't good. "I can't do things with him..because of my past...I am always scared,I'm traumatized, I'm disturbed..Father once..Father did." I shut my eyes and squeezed her arm and nodded as she continued speaking. I knew with father in the story nothing was getting better. Father was the devil: who came to steal,to kill and to destroy. "Father, raped me when I was twelve. That was before I went to boarding school, Mother never believed me but I insisted I changed school. Ever since then I can't live a normal life with...men."
I became puzzled . if father had been with her when I was twelve then he was with her before me but that wasn't what heightened my perplexion, it was the message I once saw on her phone about having a good time with her boyfriend the previous night.
"The text...I once saw a text on your mobile phone about having a good night with him at the hotel?
I managed to get the words out of my mouth without sounding disrespectful.
She sucked a third hiccup and heaved a sigh.
"I'm not saying I haven't done it,but it's always after so much coerce and a long lecture from him. Sometimes while doing it I get wild, I see Father in his place and I attack him like a beast." She broke into tears again and continued " He proposed to me and I said yes, it was the most memorable moment and the best feeling in my entire life. I have never seen Debo so happy,he looked like i just gave him a child then we headed back to his place and when he kissed me and bent me over to the bed,it wasn't the hotel bed anymore,it was my room and it wasn't him,it was Father. He was pressing me hard and I did my best,i swear I did my best to shake the thought away but it consumed me,I...got aggressive...and...I cut him on the face,that was when I came back to reality,it was really bad,he was bleeding and he said so many things about me out of anger..he called me a pig. I was terrified and humiliated, I hurriedly left the hotel out of shame and rage,headed for Quilox and got my self drunk thinking I was running away from my misery but life is so unfair then I drove and then....and then...."
The tears were pouring out like she had a tap hidden behind her head,I didn't know I was in tears too until I licked my lips and tasted the saltiness from the tears that had rolled down my eyes.i always thought I was the only one on the family with the gift of past-present flexibility and consistent daydream that looked very real, the hotel room changing to her room was something that happened to me when I was with Kwame but it never consumed maybe because I wasn't Aries. She couldn't continue anymore and I didn't blame her,she pressed her face on my chest and cried on and on while I stroked her hair.
"Why is life so unfair,why is God doing nothing? Why do I keep praying but bad things keep happening? "
I kept stoking her hair allowing her to relieve her self of the hurt in her heart. I had my own problems and I always thought mine was worse but it was only because I didn't hide it well. I have always envied my sister and the perfect life she displayed to the whole world without realising she wasn't totally happy within and I had been fooling my self thinking I was the worse person on the planet.
She slipped out of my chest to my laps and kept sobbing "I have not only lost Debo,the man I love with all my heart,i have lost the boy I hit,I have lost my sense,i have lost my faith,i have lost everything. Why is life so unfair?" Asking that question over again made its intensity melt into my veins,the question shook me and weakened my soul.
Poor people ask this question often thinking the answer is because of their financial background but here was a successful and wealthy Lagos big girl crying in my thighs and asking that question that no one else ever thought she knew about.
Then the answer came to me in a tiny whisper as though from an invisible earphone in my ears and I repeated it out because it was the only comfortable thing to say that had the ability to make her feel better.
"Life is fair because it is unfair to everyone"

Chicent:
Still i read..... Frozenfirenaija where art thou..... BringItOn

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Episode 42
Cleanliness has always been one of my sister's values and it sometimes got annoying when she failed to let anyone touch her face because she doesn't want them to spread germs that could cause facial infections,pimples and eczema. She never placed her hands on the counter at the eatery because many sweaty hands had placed their there and only God knows if they just picked their nose before leaning on the counter.
This room I was looking at had to be for another person and not my sister who is the only person I know makes her bed every morning, I mean who does that?
The room was an eye sore,the mosquito net had been ripped into shreds and looked like rags hanging on the four corners of her bed like dirty looking ghosty guardian angels. The bed spread was tangled in a mess on the floor and the pillows were naked of their cases. A carton of half eaten pizza was lying on the floor at the entrance to the toilet. The wardrobe was opened and the clothes weren't folded in the alphabetical and classy-casual-native-and-redcarpet order my sister placed them in the wardrobe's compartment.
I gasped realising my jaw was still to the ground in awe and fright. All I did was scratch my hair as I kept looking at the terror the Queen's palace could become in a matter of frustrating seconds. A bottle of Ciroc was on its side and it's content had spilled on a magazine. I moved forward and picked up the magazine,I swear I felt my eyes fall down and roll down the room. The images on the magazine were erotic,it wasnt a music magazine or modelling magazine. It was porn and it was disgusting.
Maybe not really but being with someone I never expected it from.. No wonder they say 'wonders shall never end'. I dropped the soaked magazine and stepped further into the room.
Smell of burning weed filled the air like hausa perfume but I didn't choke, I craved for more
My sister sat there obviously undisturbed by my presence. She had her weave down her shoulders in a tagled lock that sticked to her sweaty face and neck. Her face was red as she pulled another wrap and let it out through her nostrils like a professional smoker,I wanted to join her but I knew she needed help and joining her would be ruining her completely.
She had one hand inside her gown and let another moan out and that was when I heard the vibrating noise beneath her. My shock had hindered the sound in my environment,my sister was pleasuring herself in front of me! I wanted to scream,cry,faint and die.
I moved forward and collected the vibrator from her and she willingly handle it over still looking 'stoned'. I collected the wrap in her hands and she didn't object. Fighting the urge the pull it too,I tossed it far into the room not minding where it landed. What mattered was getting the super diva and role model back on her feet.
I slipped down slowly and sat beside her. She smelt terrible,thick,masculine,irritating smell like that of a dirty fish pond but I didn't mind. I drew her close into my right arm and hugged her tight.
I could hear her sniffs turn into a muffle on my chest, Her sweat streaked to my clothes and I could feel the pain she felt.

hatchetman:
dis suspense sha.frozenfire com continue joor

lol I will. Soon

gmetric:
Great storyline.

Thanks sir

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Countrygirl:
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ehnehn let's just wait and see sha

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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.

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

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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.

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

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 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.