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

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

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

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

orijintv:
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Episode 32
I walked around the lobby looking at the miserable souls lying around waiting for treatment or supporting their loved ones to respond to treatments. The hospital has always been the place with the most prayers and not the church.
My eyes roamed around the room and I noticed a young man with a broken right leg covered in a long wrapp of Plaster of Paris. He smelt like chlorine and what did chlorine smell like? Yes, concentrated urine! Just as I concluded I saw a paint container by his worn out mattress but it wasn't paint that filled it,it was a yellowish liquid .Of course I was correct, he couldn't possibly stand up to use the toilet everytime so he had to do it by his bed. He lifted his gaze and our eyes locked. He was pale and his lips were dry and scaly. Pity washed over my body and goose bumps arranged on my skin like tiny droplets of water after a shower. I looked away,I didn't want to remember.
I walked hurriedly back to my sisters Ward,I couldn't bear seeing anymore desperate-for-miracle face my heart was pounding faster and my head was spinning. I paused and rested on the walls of the hospital. I was weak and my legs ached to go elsewhere. I hated hospitals.
Suddenly, nurses began to swim around the lobby,shouting orders and informing other nurses on duty to call one Dr Hakeem. I leaned forward to have a good view of the cause of the pandemonium.
Two matrons were pushing a stretcher towards the emergency unit. I saw a hand dangling by the stretcher and became more interested in the condition of the patient. The stretcher passed by me and I got a clear view of the lady, she had a very deep cut on her forehead and a piece of broken bottle was still stuck in between her flesh and the blood that had covered her face, she had another ugly cut on her cheek that sliced down to the edge of her lips, her fingers were prickled with glass and little droplets of blood trickled down to each nail and down her waist line,her obviously white flannel skirt was now a shade of blood red and black.
It was a horrible sight. The stretcher was wheeled away as fast as was safe for the health of the little fated patient. My mouth was still ajar,my perspiration heightened and my migraines were at its peak. I fell on my knees then slowly landed on my chest. My head hit the floor in a painful thudd.
A nurse ran towards me and people began to gather and stare. I squeezed my eyes to savour the pain of the fall and when I opened them again. The nurse was mother, the onlookers weren't there anymore.
And the hospital was home.

Episode 31
Depression, weariness and anxiety floated around the hospital like helium balloons except there weren't visible but I could feel it.
You know how general hospitals are. The aura was different shades of blue,blue represents sadness and Marine for intense pain. The man sitted at the reception with his hands on his downcast head had a obvious shade of rainbow colours representing his confusion. He looked trouble when he looked up,I looked away. Wat did I not know about auras?
What I didn't know was why the doctor had mentioned my sister was in a very terrible accident when all I saw was a small lump on her forehead which was sure to go do down after two days. She had concussion but that only lasts an hour or three depending on how she handled the shock of the accident. She was sure to be fine in the next thirty minutes and go back home to a unpeaceful sleep due to body aches and she could beat that with a body massage and hot sweetened tea.
The only person who wouldn't be fine was the ten years old boy she had knocked down with her car. He laid in his bed still unconscious though his breathing against the artificial oxygen on his nose was slow and heavy. The doctor explained that the accident had fractured his ribs and he was bleeding internally,his knee caps had dislocated and he had several bruises on his body that required patching up.
The doctor said his case was critical and wasn't optimistic about his survival. The blow was hard, he didn't stand a chance.
He also explained that the test carried out on my sister detected that she was driving under the influence of alcohol. She was dead drunk and they had given her an injection to neutralize the alcohol in her system. This was a serious offence.
My sister could go to prison.

Episode 30
The sheets were scattered around the room from the hot romance with Father. Regrets hung around the room like filthy cobwebs from a giant spider but I ignored it even though my heart was beating faster than that of an athlete after running a long race,I could heart it like the tick-tock of a old granny wall clock but maybe I did run a race,the race of doom because of pleasure.
But this pleasure wasnt five minutes like people would think. This one lasted almost an hour and trust me,I give Father the credit. He was far better than a striker!
He knew my likes and dislikes. Where was appropriate and where was dirty. He was very inventive and each thrust had taken me beyond limelight.I could swear I saw Jesus at the right hand of God and maybe my forefathers! I'm still wondering how I can sound like this in my head because sister you would think am a freak after all you haven't been with my Father. That was why Mother wanted him forever too. There is nothing like a good straff.
"If you can't beat them you join" you remember how we try to fight against our feelings because they were towards the wrong people? I knew Father and I had a connection. He defiled me first and if that doesn't sound like love to you,what more can I say.
I stretched my hands to my front to feel his hard body and maybe listen to his pulse but I only felt the soft of the blankets and the sound of my cell phone broke the silence.
Father wasn't in the room,the clever man had gotten what he wanted and now I know he wouldn't leave until he has more and more and more but I wouldn't mind more.
I was frustrated with everything and if everyone wanted to keep playing a dangerous game on my life,I'll lack fun in my life unless I joined them.
I picked up the phone half praying it wasn't Kwame. I couldn't handle talking to him after I just had sex with someone else. I was literally single so being with father wasn't cheating but I felt guilty in my heart. If I was able to fall for Father one more time why couldn't I fall for Kwame a second?
I knew I was being unfair. Who hasnt life been unfair too? Life was never fair and when I fell in love with Kwame I thought things would be different but then it wasn't. He had cheated.
"Hello?"
"I'm I speaking to Miss Rhoda?" The voice was that of a man and if I read his voice well,the news he was about to break was not a good one. I was scared. I am miss Rhoda when you want to tell me a good thing but this? Who even called me by my English name?
"Miss Rhoda, I got this number from your sister's mobile phone. She has been in a terrible accident"

lumzybo:
@ froZenFirenaija, are u telling us that u can't distinguish btw ur parents' voice?

I don't quite agree with the last line of ur post.

I think the question to ur ans is the next episode i just updated

Episode 29
I quickly grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it close but the shock in me drained me of my strength. I had only imagined locking the door the same way I must have imagined Mother's voice and concluded she was the one behind the door.
I didnt have the chance to worry about where mother could have gone to because I know father never trespassed when she was around unless she was asleep.
My gaze were fixed on father's eyes as he shut the door behind me and began to walk towards me. I tried to move my legs but I couldn't,it was as though someone had casted a spell on me.
Father passed and looked at me "I thought you were trying to drown yourself,the water kept running for ever" I swallowed a large portion of saliva and cleared my throat, the things in my head were clogging my movement and respiration. "Everything is fine,father" thank God I sounded better but everything wasn't okay.
Behind the towel my body was reacting to Father's presence, I wanted to feel his hard body against mine. My body vibrated when his hands rested on my shoulder,I knew I was in deep trouble but my alter ego wanted much more trouble. "I care so much about you than you know and if you weren't my daughter and if this culture wasn't this way,I would have married you"
My head was screaming to me,this was pure deception and I was falling for it. I shut my eyes and said a little prayer. "Dear God let your will be done" I knew it was not God's will but I let myself believe it. I needed this passion and I was going to get it even though I regretted it later.
I pulled Father close and pressed my self against him. He grinned and I kissed him. The wound on his lips from the last time had healed but now he wasn't leaving with any wound. He was leaving with victory.
I pulled off his shirt and dragged his trousers down like a wild dog. I longed to have the bulge underneath him inside me because it felt proper to be there,it was the first one to ever get there,it belonged there,there was its home and it had no other place to go. My thoughts where that of a possessed witched and when father finally entered me,I felt the world spin around me.
I always call God to be with everything I do and this was no exception. I don't know if I was calling on God to join me in grinding my own Father or maybe I was reminding him to punish me later,I just kept calling him. It felt good and it felt right. Every movement Father made was my idea. When he touched my breast, I led his hands. When he pulled away I pulled them back.
This was no rape,this was me being stupid but it made me feel better and successful
Please don't call me a fool cause I know I am.

Countrygirl:
Interesting & captivating piece@frozenfire.


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tanx sis

Episode 28
My head hit the floor hard in a very sharp thudd and I snapped out of my thoughts.
I couldn't recognise my environment, white laboratory walls,running water and a noise I couldn't comprehend. What time was it?where I was and Was I astral projecting? Or was I having a trance or was this some kind of hypnosis?
A sharp migraine reverberated through my brain and I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again. This time it was clear.
I was still in the bathroom and the water was still running over my body sending chills though my spine. I shivered but it wasn't the effect of the cool water,it was the memory. It happened a long time ago. Two years before father left but I felt like I was there and it was happening all over again. The headache was still there and the noise.
I turned off the shower and cleaned the tears that must have flowed down my eyes while I was deep in thoughts. The past had a way of controlling my mind nd making me forget the present
Someone was knocking hard on my room door and I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I mopped my body dry avoiding to distract myself from looking at my body and get Hot again. Lately looking at my body stirred desires and masturbation was the last thing I wanted to do not because it was boring or the fact that it was one of the dumbest way to gain pleasure but because it would only make me want more and I couldn't stand the chance. Father and Kwame weren't the best option and I was alone in a room with someone banging fiercely on my door.
"Who's there?" I quietly swore that if it was father I'll not open the door. Seeing me naked behind a towel was the last thing I wanted. Father was an hunter for sex and I wouldn't let him catch this prey though I know father would never stop trying.
"It's me" Mother's voice eased me of the tension I had built in my body the moment I stepped out of the bathroom.
But then I opened the door and there stood father.

Thanks all. Please u all should pardon me for my short updates, this is my first story, I still dey learn

saxwizard:
I must commend ur effort ooo frozenfirenaija ...waking up in the middle of the night means u still hv ur readers at heart.....kudos madam......am following u lik hunchback everywhere u go ...

tanx bro

Episode 27
Her chest was moving too rapidly and she panted for breath as Father left her. She went upstairs but father still followed her into the master bed room.
I gained the courage and creeped silently up the stairs making sure I wasn't heard. I held my breath but if you were in my shoes,you'll do anything to know what was going on behind that door.
I finally got to the front of their room door and pressed my ears on the doors. The sniffs were high and fast as Father kept saying "am so sorry". I could picture the scenario in my mind.
Mother was sitting at the edge of the bed with her hands covering her face and father sat beside her smoothening her shoulder. Maybe this wasn't what happened behind that door but that was how father and I had been the night he defiled me completely.
I heard footsteps walking towards the door and I was caught off guard. With fear I took a reverse without looking back and crashed into the tall flower vase by the corridor. The flower vase fell in the opposite direction and with a loud crash,the hardware was in a hundred pieces.
The door flung open while my eyes moved quickly from the broken mess to my parents room door. Mother's eyes were wide open you could see her retina,her mouth was ajar as she came at me waggling her fingers ready to pounce on me. " you bastard,you fool look what you have done to my vase! You thief like your father!"
My bladder was full at the instant and I could pee on my body. This was a devastating turn of event. Why did I like doing amebo sef? With mother coming fiercely towards me I kept walking backwards anticipating the beating of a lifetime.
Of course I thought I was running a way from trouble but I was at the edge of the stairs and with one more movement.
I tumbled.

Episode 26
It was raining.
The ride back home from the police station was the slowest. The road seemed longer and the car felt like a hell hole with so much unanswered questions and eerieness in the air. The second journey to the police station had revealed who the accomplice was.
Mother's lips where pressed tighthly and Father's face was grim and expressionless. Fear gripped me because the awkward silence and display of attitude was torturing and I couldn't bare it anymore.
The driver finally pulled over and I whispered a prayer of relief. One more moment in the car and I would have to break the silence with something stronger than the cough I had tried using. Maybe something like breaking into tears or breaking into pieces. Anything would have seemed appropriate to do but thank God I didn't have to be creative.
Mother came down from the car and stormed into the house as father ran after her. "Ifemi,I can explain. This isn't so much of a big deal just hear me out" but mother ignored his pleas like they were from a radio station she hated. Definitely not Radio Lagos, Yoruba mothers would die if they shut down that station and mine was a typical one no matter how she tried to be Porsche.
Father grabbed Mother's hand and she yanked them off and looked straight in his eyes. From the door where I still stood staring at both of them,I could feel the heat oozing out of Mother. I have never seen her that way before not even when she complains or yells at me ot anyone else. She looked capable of anything and i could bet she would slap him or pounce on him or break his bones. God,i was going insane with suspense.
Mother never got angry with father. He was the love of her life, righteous and impeccable. He was her salvation and winner of her soul.
But now she looked at him in away I never could have imagined.
If I wasn't there to see the sudden change in her face I would have believed she had a mask on. The mask of an angry mad black woman.

Episode 25
The police station was a frightful sight.
A young man was being dragged back to his cell and I knew if he spent one more night in that cell he would not live to spend another.
The detained men looked haggard and had scary scars on their body making them suitable to act in movies about slave trade in 1702.
A stern looking man was staring at me from the bench he sat on opposite a police man that was questioning him. He looked like one of the characters in the movie "twelve years a slave" i hadn't watched the movie back then but now that I remember how frustrated that man looked,I can match the face properly.
Mother had reported the robbery to the police even though father had told her the Nigerian police were lazy and incompetent. Mother had argued out of annoyance that she would find justice by bribery. After all, she had the money and the ability to make things happen.
The D.P.O, Mr Quadri had assured her that he would make sure the robbers and their accomplice are caught because under the circumstances that mother had described no one except father, mother and I knew about the money she had brought home that night.
I damn right know it wasn't me who informed a bunch of robbers to hurt my mother. No I wasn't capable of such great deal and mother couldn't, no matter how crazy I know she is can't have robbers robb her of her own money.
And father.
He was standing with his usual stance and Mr goody-goody smile beside mother who looked worried and had obviously lost 10 pounds in the past two weeks of waiting for the D.P. O 's call. But then Mr Quadri had called that morning saying the robbers had been tracked and apprehended when trying to sell Mother's Gold chains and wristwatches.
And here we were waiting for them to be brought out of their cells so that mother could identify them.
Why was father fidgety?

Episode 24
It was midnight when the noise started.
The only noise we usually heard by that hour was from the Celestial Church two blocks away from our duplex. The community always complained about their noise but there was nothing we could do,they only increased their community levy .
I steered and woke up from my deep sleep. Father hadn't come to my room tonight and I was glad he didn't. I was still in physical pains from what happened the night ago.
I heard footsteps running down the stairs . I opened my room door and found mother and father running helter skelter in the house. Mother was in tears and father was asking her to calm down as he ran around the house as if he was looking for something.
Mother saw me and before I could even utter a word she grabbed my hands and covered my mouth wih her shaky hands. I could feel her pulse and the fright in her was beyond comprehension. Mother was very scared.
She directed me back upstairs and locked the room door behind me after commanding me to remain quiet no matter what happened.
The room was dark and I was very scared not because I thought monsters would come but because I had no idea what was going on.
The memory was faint but I can remember hearing very loud noise from voices I couldn't recognize. They wanted the briefcase mother had brought from the bank and they threatened to kill her if she didn't give it to them. I could hear Father protesting and begging as they led him up to the room with mother still in the parlour crying and sobbing.
It was the first time mother cried and sobbed loudly but it was the first time we actually got robbed at gun point and a part of me was grateful I wasn't in the sitting room to witness that dreadful night.
when mother returned to my room to tell me everything was fine she had a cut on her face. Father walked in with the first aid box and tenderly cleaned up the cut and plastered it.
For the first time in forever he looked like the gentle man he used to be. The gentle man mother said she fell in love with.
And for the first time he kissed her in my presence.

Episode 23.
Before you can set your future right,you have to learn from your past and amend your ways in the present. Which is exactly what I was doing. I was going back in time to understand my stupidity and know what went wrong with my family.
To understand why father left and It was getting clear
I wasn't the kleptomaniac, father was and mother hadnt believed it when I said father and Theo had planned the whole thing.
Mother often had money delivered to her house by Grand father's business assistant. Mother had a large share in her father'sl company and she was the CEO in the branch she managed in Lagos. When she wasn't travelling for fun,she travelled for business. Love is blind indeed to think my mother a degree holder had stopped low and married a man who could only boast about his SSCE and a mere ND in a polytechnic after studying Human kinetics!
Mother had complained about missing money and blamed it on the house helps in the house. Several times Afura's salary had been deducted to punish her for missing money she allegedly stole. I avoided my parents room like a plague because I was scared they would blame me if any briefcase disappeared again. They never blamed me,I was just 10.

After the awesome birthday treat with my family. Mother excused herself and left in her own car because she had to collect "something" from the bank. It was obviously money for another travel ticket and just when mother left, father dialed a number on his phone.
It was Theo.

maadman:


Oya, its tomorrow now..#update pls

lmao

Thanks all will update tomorrow ooo

Oyinprince:
Thanks mam. I believe you're doing a wonderful job on "Rhoda" too, I'll check it out when I'm less busy.

Thanks ooo

Episode 22
Mother didn't forget my birthday. She could care so much about travelling and living ostentatiously but she knew in the depth of her heart that she should care for a 10 year old girl even though I definitely wasn't her favourite 10 year old child.
I have seen the way mother admired Naomi Martins, my best friend and seat partner from nursery school till primary 4. Naomi's mother was Asian and her hair was curly ,her skin was fair and her smile was radiant. Having an oyinbo friend was an honour to my mother and she did everything she could to make us closer so she could make friends with Naomi's mother.
I still don't know why Nigerians trip so much for white people but don't get me wrong am not racist. I just think we should be reasonable about the way we go heads over heels when we see a white.
Mother had gotten me a purple dress for my birthday and We were going to have a treat as a family in the biggest eatery at the time, Mr Biggs for my birthday .it wasn't my first time going to the eatery but it was special because it was my birthday. The night before, father had snuck into the room even though mother was just at the room above mine. He had touched me and told me I was old enough to go to the next level. The next level of what? I had grown and began to understand what father had been doing to me. I had decide I didn't like what father did to me when I watched a porn on a seniors phone in school.
Before I could utter a word father climbed above me and pulled his trousers down,it was just like i saw the man do in the porn I had watched. I opened my mouth to protest but father gave me a heavy slap and I dint know if it was the effect of the slap that made it impossible to breathe or the fact that father covered my mouth to stop me from shouting.
The pain below my waist line was the worst I had ever felt as father entered me. That was when I realised this was no father-daughter relationship. This was pure wickedness that I didn't deserve.
And when father continued to withdraw and return,pain shot through my muscles and my body aches for safety. I was on the verge of going unconscious when father vibrated making faces then laid flat on top on me disengaging from inside me. It was glad to be free but the tears rolled down because even at that age I knew Father wouldn't stop.
I knew I was in big trouble

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Episode 21
The shower was refreshing as the water trailed the lines of my naked golden body. The sun streamed in through the bathroom window and it shone on my skin as I glared at my self in the bathroom mirror. The steam from the hot bath I had first had covered the mirror causing my reflection to be blurry.
I stretched my hands and tantalizingly wrote my name with my index finger making sure every stroke was beautiful and well curved like a professional artist. Drawing was one of my many talents but I hadn't developed it even though I had managed to make great master pieces during my leisure and when the fog oflpp0l fear covered me.
Art is a means of self expression. Drawing and writing are my best aspect of art. Often,I put pen to paper and tell my feelings even though I wouldn't let anyone read them. But on rare days drawing did the trick and brought the light that chased the fog out of sight.
I spread my fingers and wiped away the drawing and the blur on the mirror and there stood the real me.
I was beautiful. It didn't matter if I wasn't as beautiful as my sister but I was. My nipples stood in a very sexy pointed shape and my shoulders spread broad with elegance and possessiveness. My waist was tiny and my hips carved down like they were chiseled out by the world's most famous carver.
I held my breasts with my hands and savoured the fullness and they stiffened in response as I bit my lower lip. My hair glued to my skin as the water trickled down seductively and I imagined having Kwame right in front of me in this shower.
I shooked the thought away and dropped my hands to my side. I didn't want to stir insatiable wants and hurt myself for not being capable to keep a boyfriend from cheating.
My clear reflection still pondered about Father and Theo's meeting. If Father was going over to see Theo things were getting any better and I began to realise why Father had come back,if he truly had come back willingly. He had come to finish what he had started
When they met it was never for good but for something much more ,something very frightening.
Something that I understood when I became 10 years old.

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

Episode 19
Why did men cheat? Why did they have to be bloody liars? Kwame had made me feel complete everytime I got depressed because of my miserable life. He made me feel loved for real unlike the love father confessed to me when forcefully molesting me.
I could feel my blood boiling to a hundred degrees of disappointment. So this is what heart break felt like; I felt like an orange an Hausa woman just squeezed, I was drained of my joy and squashed into a large mass of shaft. The banging headache had intensified; worse than the pain you feel when you just had your hair braided by a skinny osogbo hairdresser.
If I had an X-ray done,they'll fine my heart in two pieces; one in my throat suffocating me and the other in my stomach . My mouth tasted worse than bitter leaf. I remember the saying "a hungry man is an angry man" ha yes, I was hungry and Kwame gave my satisfaction to a LovePeddler on low cut. Where had they met anyway?
But it didn't matter who the girl was or how long Kwame had been cheating on me,what mattered was he had failed my trust. He was the only one I ever opened up to and it took very long before I told him my darkest secrets. To my surprise he believed me and didn't think I was dirty or blemished due to my past with Father ,this made me fall completely in love with him.
Now I looked at him and he wasn't different from Father and all other monsters of the earth. I had promised my self father wouldn't crush my relationship with men but now my bones began to stiffen. The chill passed upon me and I shivered, I just decided I hated the opposite gender.
Being a bloody Leo,I had stubbornly avoided the tears that made my eyes red and sore but here with Kwame holding his face in pain and looking around for his composure and maybe another lie to tell me,I put off my coat of defense and let the tears roll down.
Spit on my grave if I have anything to do with men ever again.