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infant:
It has been brought to my attention that some part of this story 'When Love Speaks' was used by a particular movie director for movie audition. This was done without getting permission from me.

And from my findings, I got to know that the said director got permission from God knows where before using the work.

I have seen my work on many different site, blogs, Facebook pages and groups who copy and paste my story without giving credit to the author. Some even claim to be the author of the story.

Who knows, maybe this director might have gotten permission to use part of the story for his audition from one of these people who claim to be the author of the story, and might have reached certain agreement with them.

So for this reason, 'When Love Speaks' will be suspended for now and will be continued at a later date. For now, I need to look for a way to resolve the issue at hand, before I lose my story completely.

You dont definitely need to post everything, You should post excerpt and redirect them to site and then copy right the site against copying and rightclicking

EPISODE 2
Aida gazed at herself in the mirror, her lovely brown and curly hair which she inherited from her Ethiopian mother fell on her shoulders, her lovely brown skin which was from both Nigerian Dad and foreign mom glowed.

She had changed the shade of her lipstick three times, this time it was orange red, she felt it too conspicuous. Effe should be tired of waiting by now, she had spent almost 20 mins checking and rechecking herself. With a sigh she wiped it off and used a darker shade.

It was Effe’s fault he told her they would visit a special place and she desperately wanted to be that special somebody for Effe even though she knew she wasn’t good enough.

Her saviour’s voice rang back with love as she told her years ago. “Any man who loves you should love you for who you are and you’ll meet that special someone to whom you’ll be special too, there is one made for everybody.” Aida had believed her, maybe because she was desperate at that time and needed such reassurances even if she knew it was a lie.

‘Finally out.’ Effe said when she finally emerged from the room.

‘I guess.’ She said smiling, her thoughts about how the special outing would be were embarrassing her.

She was surprised when they pulled up in front of a hospital creases appeared on her forehead.

‘You okay? Effe asked.

‘Yeah, what are we doing here, is someone sick?

‘No.’

‘Hospitals make me very uncomfortable.’

‘Sorry about that, we’ll take less than hour.’

‘An hour that’s longer than visiting a sick person.’

Effe smiled, kissed her on the forehead held her hands and said, ‘just relax, we’ll be fine.’

‘Why are we here if someone is not sick.’
‘Ermmm I thought we should get our HIV statuses checked.’

She raised an eye brow. ‘Really, if that was the case you could’ve have told me from my place.’

‘Hey I’m sorry, I thought it would be a surprise, hope you’re not angry.’

‘No, although it’s weird surprise but what if I know my status and can produce evidence.’

‘Well I could also do the same but what if we just get it directly from a doctor?

‘Hmmm so we know that it is not its not forged.’

‘Exactly my point.’ He said with a small laugh.

‘The thing is coming to a hospital of your choice then is a luxury we can’t afford.’

‘Why?’

‘You could have your results altered.’ She said with a serious face, a short moment of discomforting silence followed before they both busted into laughter.


Aida was not at ease not because of the test she was..........
CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/2019/02/17/wilted-flower-2-short-story/