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ABOUT THE STORY
After being diagnosed with HIV, Bassey Effiong gives up on life and decides to take matters into his hands. Frustrated and dejected after being abandoned by his fiancee, friends and even some family, he decides to take his life. When the truth later unfolds, regrets, sorrow, sadness becomes the order of the day. Enjoy in this captivating, thrilling, suspense filled story titled 'STING'.

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This work is a property of the author and should not be rewritten or reproduced in whole or in parts, or in any form electronic or otherwise without the prior written permission of the author, Umoren Elisha.
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This story is purely a fragment of the writer's imagination and any resemblance of character or event to any persons (dead or alive) or any event (past or present) is merely a coincidence and should be completely disregarded. Thank you.


ATTENTION!!!
The story would be told from first person narrative point of view, and would be narrated by two persons, 'Effiong' and 'Okon'. The name in all caps at the beginning of a narration indicated that narration is being told from that person's point of view. Thanks for reading.

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ABOUT THE STORY
After being diagnosed with HIV, Bassey Effiong gives up on life and decides to take matters into his hands. Frustrated and dejected after being abandoned by his fiancee, friends and even some family, he decides to take his life. When the truth later unfolds, regrets, sorrow, sadness becomes the order of the day. Enjoy in this captivating, thrilling, suspense filled story titled 'STING'.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!!
This work is a property of the author and should not be rewritten or reproduced in whole or in parts, or in any form electronic or otherwise without the prior written permission of the author, Umoren Elisha.
Contact the author on umorenelisha@gmail.com

DISCLAIMER!!!
This story is purely a fragment of the writer's imagination and any resemblance of character or event to any persons (dead or alive) or any event (past or present) is merely a coincidence and should be completely disregarded. Thank you.


ATTENTION!!!
The story would be told from first person narrative point of view, and would be narrated by two persons, 'Effiong' and 'Okon'. The name in all caps at the beginning of a narration indicated that narration is being told from that person's point of view. Thanks for reading.

©ElishaWrites2017 (elishawrites..com)

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*Why I Can't Love Again (A novella) -written by Umoren Elisha(Cont'd)*

*Episode 5 [Grand Finale]*

*-5a-*
"There is nothing new under the sun. Everyday for the thief, one day for the owner" -Popular African Proverbs

Two(2) months passed quickly and Ben still hadn't gotten over the trauma, and I was craving sex so badly everyday. I couldn't wait to loose my virginity to the man I had kept it for all my life. I was having constant wet dreams every now and then. Even when I lay my head on my desk to nap at work. I was craving sex so badly, like a child craving attention of a candy, but I still didn't put too much pressure on him about it because I knew how hard it was to get over traumatic experience, especially one that had to do with rape, and his case wasn't just rape, it involved sodomy.
He had started seeing a counselor as I suggested, and he was always excited to tell me of how his sessions with the counsellor went, when he returned home. I would comfort him whenever he was down, and reassure him of my unending love for him.
I really loved Ben so much and knew I owed him the responsibility to stand by him and help him in the recovery process...

One Monday morning, he left for work and then I left almost right after he did. On getting to work, I was summoned by my boss and asked to report to the head teacher. On searching my handbag, I realized that I had mistakenly carried the wrong file containing documents belonging to Ben instead of mine. I only hoped that Ben didn't also mistakenly carry my own file to his workplace, as I drove hurriedly back home to see if I can get my own file. On reaching the compound, I sighted my husband's car parked downstairs. I was surprised to see his car, and beside his car was another new and still shinny car. I wondered why Ben was at home by that time of the day, instead of at work, and who had the obviously brand new car?. I walked swiftly into the house, and straight to my room with just one thing on my mind; getting my own file and zooming off to work...
But I didn't expect and wasn't prepared for the sight that beheld me on stepping into my room...

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Why I Can't Love Again Written by Umoren Elisha (Cont'd.)

-Episode 4-

I had a thousand and one questions running through my mind, but those were the few that escaped my mouth.
"I was molested when I was young..." He dropped the bombshell.
"Wha- What?!!!" My head was about to spill it's contents, including my brain. I felt my blood pressure rise, and my heart thump hard against my rib cage like it was struggling for escape. It was confusing to me. I had before then, always thought it was only females that got molested, but here I was with a man that was molested when he was young, as a husband.
I looked at his dull, expressionless face and felt instant pity for him.
"When I was still very young, in JSS2... Some senior boys and girls called me to their classroom one evening during prep period. They were only five in the class..." He sighed, staring distantly into space.
"They were a girl and four boys in the class, and they all took turns and defiled me..." He had started shedding tears at that point, drawing pity from his dear wife.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
"Yes! The girl raped me and then the four boys took turns to do same to me... Ever since then, sex has been the last thing on I ever think of. Factually, I hate sex. I hate the thought of it. I hate anything that has to do with sex" He added, in between sobs.
"Maybe you should see a counselor or therapist" I suggested to him, and hugged him for some minutes, holding him tight and reassuring him that everything will be alright and that he'd get over it and I would wait till he has gotten over it, with no pressure on him, even if it meant waiting forever.
I made all sort of promises to him that night to make him feel better, and it worked, because in no time, we were both drifting to dreamland, in a tight cuddle, with him holding on to me like he never wanted to let me go...

-3-

Ben and I arranged a court and church wedding within two months, with the support of my man and dismay of my dad. But the main point was that we were married now, which was the worst mistake of my life!
Two weeks into the marriage saw me pleading with Ben every on ght to make love to me, and make me a woman... His woman, as I had married him as a virgin, but it was always one excuse or the other, each night.

"Sweetheart, work was hectic, I'm really tired please. And you know I need to rest so I can report early at work tomorrow morning!" Ben would always say. He was a surgeon, working at the accident and emergency work of one government owned hospital, while I was a teacher at a private secondary school not too far from where we lived. Ben's work place was far away, so he always left home before me, and returned late in the night, long after I had returned already, and once he had dinner, sleep was the next on his agenda.

Three weeks and five days of pleading with Ben to make love to me, got me what I never expected to hear one night while I was trying hard to get him excited for me by pleasuring his privates with my hand and mouth, but he wasn't responding to any of my move. I was a virgin, but knew all there was to know about sex already. He had a sad look on his face as he spoke.
"Baby, it's not like I don't love you or anything, but no matter what you do, I can't just do it. I've tried to get I over it severally but it's not working..."
Honey, what are you talking about? What's happening? Get over what?" I had a thousand questions running through my mind, but those are the few I could ask.
"I was molested when I was young..."

-2-
"Ben is the one I love dad... And nobody, not even you, can.stop me from marrying him..." I retorted sharply, immediately I heard the words "you cannot marry that boy... Ben or whatever it is you call his name..." from dad.
"Look here Raimot, I am your father, ,and know what is best for you, and I say you will not marry that boy!!!"
"I know you're my father, and I'm not disputing that fact dad... I've obeyed you all my life dad, but this time, I'm sorry but I may have to disobey you... But dad, why are you so against me marrying him? He's rich, handsome, from a good family, has a successful career, and is capable of taking care of me. So, why the serious objection dad?" I asked my dad with a stern and defiant look on my face.
"He's a Christian, and none of my daughters will ever get stuck with a Christian, and maybe someday become a Christian in the name of marriage. No way that is going to happen while I am still alive!! You can't marry him, and that is final!!!"He responded sharply with a tone of finality.
"Final for you! Not for me!! And get ready to die if you must, Sir, cos we're getting married and there's nothing you can do to stop us!!!" I snapped back at him and stormed out of the house amist my dad's voice echoing clearly, calking me back and hauling threats at me...

-1-
The past few days had been a tug of war between my father and I. I had brought home my man to introduce to my parent and my dad had surprisingly, outrightly said no to the marriage.
My dad was initially very receptive and welcoming towards him, they talked like they had known each other before, and when I asked, I found out that they attended the sane secondary school back in Offa, Kwara State. It was going alright until my dad asked his religion and he mentioned that he was a Christian. Dad frowned and immediately started giving him a cold attitude.
Dad had never had any reservations towards anyone, irrespective of the religion. I had male and female friends who were good Christians and dad never objected to our friendship, so it cane as a surprise to my mom and I as he stormed out of the dining room into his room in anger, after finding out Ben is a Christian, and after giving him quite an attitude...

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ABOUT THE STORY:

When Raimot, a devout Muslim girl chooses to marry Ben, a Christian, against her father's will, she becomes frustrated in the marriage, after not listening to her father's warning not to marry Ben. Why is her father so much against their marriage??
Why is he not in support of their being together?
Find out all these and many more surprising and shocking secrets unveil in this intriguing, suspense filled, tragic novella. Enjoy....

DISCLAIMER!!!
This story is a fragment if the writer's imagination and any resemblance to any persons, dead or alive, or event, past or present is merely a coincidence and should be disregarded. Thank you.

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THE TRUE ME


Have you ever thought of who the true you is?
By the way
What is the true you?
I might not have a concrete definition but this is
just my thought of what the true or real you is
The true you is that person you are when you are all alone
When you are not in the midst of your friends
When you are about going to bed
When you are with your family (most times but not
all the time)
When you are off all social networks
When you are not on makeup or costume
When you don't have to fake a smile to make
people like you or pretend you are listening to
somebody's ordeal
The true you is:
Original
Undiluted
Genuine
and,
Real

The true you is who people want to see and know
more about
The true you is you when you do things you which might seem gross to others
In 'true me' mode,
You don't take into consideration how you laugh, how you dress, what you eat, how you hold your
spoon to eat, the position you take when you sleep, the cloth you wear... All these are done naturally
I'm not against being courteous in public,
But when you become obsessed with being perfect
in the sight of others; that's where the mistake
begins
If the you others know is very much different from
the real you; its high time then you took off the
mask

(C)ElishaWrites2017

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Lleigh why hang us halfway there? Abeg na, come and complete the story before i unleash the charles and lucien in me����

STORY TITLE: JINXED

I had just gained admission into the University of Nigeria, Nssukka and
was being faced with a great task of who would cater for me throughout
my stay in school. My father was no more and my old mother was barely
strong enough to move around the house, let alone working and catering
for us. We had been living from hand to mouth since we lost papa to
kidney failure due to his excessive drinking habits.

I used to help deliver goods from big traders in the big markets to
peti-traders and small shop owners to get some little money to feed
myself and mama. It was on one of such trips that i had met Emeka. I
had some bags of rice and some other food stuffs to deliver to his
shop where he sold food stuffs. He had noticed my dull countenance and
asked if I was okay. He seemed like a nice guy, so I willingly poured
out my heart to him telling him in details what was wrong with me. He
said I should see him the next day that he might be able to help.
I was so happy, even though he hadn't come out straight that he was
going to sponsor me but I knew he would. He looked quite rich. His
shop was quite big and he made good sales daily. I went to see him the
next day and he made a proposal to take care of my tutor and every
other expenses throughout my schooling on a condition that I'd marry
him after schooling. I accepted his proposal with joy. I didn't like
him much due to his deep Igbo intonation and he wasn't educated.

But that didn't matter much to me, what mattered the most is I had
someone who was going to sponsor me through my university education.
The next day, he did something which I didn't think was necessary, he
gave me a written document to sign in the presence of a man whom I
perceived to be his lawyer. The document was all about our agreement.


We were going well till I met Emmanuel in my 300 level. Emmanuel was
cute, had the most charming smile and knew how to call my name
'Stephanie' correctly. It didn't take me too long to fall for him. We
started dating and I had forgotten about Emeka. He was a final year
student of Economics. I still kept in touch with Emeka though, for my
school fees and whenever I needed money for one thing or the other.
When I was done schooling, Emmanuel asked me to marry him and I was
very quick to say yes even though I knew the agreement I had with
Emeka. I explained to Emeka that I wasn't interested in the deal we
had anymore and surprisingly, he agreed that I could marry whoever I
wanted on a condition that I will refund all the money he had spent on
me which we approximated to be a little above a quarter of a million
Naira. Emmanuel settled him as soon as I mentioned it to him and we
got married.

It was all rosy the first three or four years of our marriage and we
were blessed with two cute babies. After some years, Emmanuel lost his
job with the insurance company and things had taken a new turn as it
was quite as we could barely afford to have three meals each day.

One day, Emmanuel came home very happily jumping all around the house
testifying that he had found a job of N80,000 pay. Though
incomparable to what he was receiving at the insurance company, it was
better than having no job at all. He said the job was a teaching job
and that he was to teach a chief who wasn't learned but needed to run
for a political post in his local government and needed to be educated
before he could run for the post. It was a good job to me. He also
said his client was coming over to the house that day to start the
lesson, as they would be using our house for the lesson.
At about six, we heard a knock on the door. I was in the room when the
knock sounded but Emmanuel got the door.
"Honey!!! My client I was telling you about is here for the lesson...
come and say hi to him" I heard Emmanuel say from the sitting room. I
quickly dressed up and went hurriedly downstairs to see this so much
talked about client. I had not seen his face yet when I heard
Emmanuel say "baby, meet chief Emeka Anayo". Immediately I looked at
his face, it was Emeka. Yes, the same Emeka, only that he had added
chief title to his name. I couldn't bear the shock, I fainted!

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Story Title: Bloodline

It was exactly 01:15am when Chuks woke up to ease himself. His eyes coincidentally fell on the table clock beside bed and saw that it was a quarter past 1am. He had barely put his legs on the floor when he heard his closet door creak open. The room was dark and the eerie silence was really defeaning Chuks. His mansion now seemed unsafe, and for some strange reason, he felt a chill run down his spine. His hands and feet went cold immediately he saw a figure float out of the closet. It was Linda, or something that looked like Linda, wearing a white flannel gown soaked with blood dripping from her neck, which barely hung loosely on her head. Her hands were cut off from the shoulder, and her legs, amputated at the knee region.
Chuks was scared to his bones as she floated closer and closer to him in what seemed like the 'slow motion' we see in movies.

Chuks had picked Linda up at a club one friday night he had been out clubbing with friends. He had taken special interest inher due to her gentle, shy, naive composure. She was so naive that she kept avoiding his touch, which made him even more intersted in her. He made his way into her head, as he does with girls he picks up. She had told him that was her first time of going to a club or even an all night party, as her mum is always very watchful of her, and she seied the oppurtunity to come to the club that day, since she was now staying on campus in the university. She had also told himthat she was a virgin and that her mother had called her earlier that evening and had warned her not to go out that night due to some bad dream she had, but she had totally ignored her mother's warning with claim of "what could probably go wrong?". If only she knew what the night had in store for her...
Chuks had been able to lure the 19years old virgin to his apartment with his charming looks, smile and passionate words of ;love.
She had fallen for him, but still had her senses ontact and was not ready to break her golden rule of 'abstinence from sex till marriage', even afetr Chuks had tried all the seduction tricks he knew to lure her to bed. After trying for quite a long while, and realising he didn't have all night, he decided to go fetish. He retrieved, from a box tucked safely under his pillow, a ring his witch-doctor had had given to him to use in occassions like this and used as directed, and in no time, Linda was all over him, clothes flew around, and he made her his at about a quater past 1am. He took away her dignity, he defiled her. After the vile act, he made a call.
"it's ready", He said to the caller and dropped the call. In less than thirty minutes, an elderly man dressed in an all red attire arrived at his house and they took the sleeping Linda into Chuks' secret room where the ritual was performed within a very short time, but unknown to Chuks, this time wasn't going to be like the other times he had done this to other girls, as Linda was a special child.
If only he had kniown that Linda's bloodline was not like the other girls he had used for his money rituals. If only he had known that Linda's ancestors were gods and kings...

She kept soaring nearer to Chuks, with her eyes all red and anger on her face. She got closer to Chuks and in a quick blink, a very sharp object like a dagger appeared in front of Chuksand he let out a ear piercing scream, as the dagger pierced straight into his heart and he jerked up from his sleep, sweating profusely.
He sighed, knowing it was only a nightmare. As he looked towards his bedside table, his eyes fell on the table fell on the table clock, which read 01:15am and his closet door began to creak open so slowly. He froze as he felt his whole body go cold, and his eyes opened wide like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

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