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WIDOW OF WILLOW WAY




She was a damsel whom men would kill and be killed for.
"A virtuous woman" some old gang said.
But when have the young ever learned to hearken to the old?
One who could add streams of melody to your life and decorate your house with graciousness.
At her youth, her street was famed to have begun with sunshine and ended so.
Surrounded by dying willow trees from which the name Grandma Willow was born, the Old Lady of Willow have been rumoured to have traded life of neonates for hers.
When a woman lost her newborn, they say Grandma Willow had taken it.
When a mother wants to curse her child, they say "May Grandma Willow grab you by her sharp fingers".
She was branded a witch and much spoken about in town.
Mothers would often draw their children's ear to steer off the Willows.
And at night when the winds howl, they say she wails.
When the clouds belch thunder-cracks, they say her stomach cries for flesh and blood.
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The day my feet wandered to the Willows, for the first time ever, I never regretted.
She was like the remnant of a just quieted earthquake and a dreary sight to behold.
As I crushed leaves strewn on the floor towards her, Crows which were her eyes and companion flapped away.
She quivered and then I heard a frail voice ask "Who goes there?"
Unafraid, I sauntered towards her, contemplating her shrunk self, sat down opposite her so I could read her features properly.
Eyes coated in primitive, yellow and slimy substance stared blankly across me.
Too weak, they struggled to blink with futility.
Her eyes, were too feeble, plausibly from the flames of firewood burned for donkey years just to see the table decorated with dishes for a family she called hers.
Anyone in my position ought to have been afraid.
No you don't understand.
Let me describe how hideous she appeared.
Her hair flowed as a maiden's would only they were as white and winter.
Cotton dress, black with spot and almost threadbare that I doubted they were going to survive another storm.
Her wrinkled and weather worn skin was a table of content tracing back to her past.
Her back was hunched probably from weaning too many children or bending down to chores well past her age.
Crooked fingers defeated by rheumatism rested on her laps.
As I stared on, I realized she was erstwhile known as someone's daughter or wife or mother.
Where is her family?
She reeked of abandonment and neglect.
As Grandma Willow sat in the rubble of her memories and her blown off roof which was an added dread to her wasting sight, I introduced myself and went ahead to let her know I was not scared of her.
Oh boy! Did I urinate on myself for stupidly admitting that?
As she laughed gaily, I was most frightened as there were no teeth left in her mouth just an endless darkness caged in a hollow.
She replied "Even if I wanted to eat you, I have no strength to digest you".
This seemed like a relief and just when I had started to get comfy, she slowly raised her hands, pointing to a stack of debris.
I stood up to retrieve a box, unlocked it to find photographs swaddled in them.
"Keep them safe for me", she said.
At her primitive age, her thoughts still glowed and her words still flowed easily.
Grandma Willow had seven children as I could see from the photographs; beautiful boys and girls who had left their mother to the fate of nature and wastage.
"Where are they?", I asked.
She smiled and said "Scattered all over the city, hopefully doing well".
As she spoke, I saw the shallowness in her soul and life hammering her down in bits and yet not a soul to weep for her.
I understood there and then why she had refused to die- she didn't want to be forgotten.
All her good deeds deserved to be remembered.
I decided to help the world remember Grandma Willow and many others like her, abandoned in nursing homes, huts and villages.
They are still a part of this world.
We have deserted the breasts which gave us milk and the hands that toiled for our survival.
We do forget, that one day we shall be as old as they are.
And we would love to be catered and carer for.
Give them what you wish yourselves.
Go home to your ailing mothers and fathers.
Go give your dead a befitting burial.
Let their pictures be framed and safe.
Let grandchildren and great-grandchil
dren never forget what they were like or their footprints in the sands of time.
# TheBleedingInk
# ThinkandThank
© Whyte Queen

UltimateDayg:




maybe you cann add up on fb then or DM me on whatsapp......maybe you can be able to update the story

Drop your whatsap number, or Facebook username.

Dear, jamb has end na and the last time I checked, you said you passed. Congrats! You don't know how we long for this story ooo. Abeg I'm tired make we exchange brain make I do the writing

UltimateDayg:




thanks guys for staying with me, you guys didn't even bother about my inconsistency.......

I also salute Damibiz and Isahkadir1

Welcome, your story is educative

I tire ooo

I really am enjoying this story.

I'm an upcoming writer and this is my first story. It's about my life with my childhood friend.


Please I'm a novice writer writer, if you find any mistake, endeavor to correct me politely. Thanks


The story!!!


I need not to tell you that I came from a well disciplined home just like every other person here, even though some of us actually came from a broken home. Nobody ever wish to say bad about his/her family but trust me we all have problem(s) in our family. Some of which are caused either by the parents or the children. I'm very close to my two parents, I don't really know who loves me the most amongst them as they both compete to show me love. competition to me, can't be won by any of them. I love my parents. My dad would always advice me to stay away from bad friends, which I did. But this particular guy, I can't stay away from, despite knowing that he's a criminal. I did my best to make sure he left the work. He's a thief! First time in life I was so attached to a thief. His story were touching, he didn't cook them, they were true life stories which you will get to know as we go.
At 9,we were so close but he wouldn't stop the stealing so I decided to distance myself from him. He was caught sometimes when he was 17 and was punished severely that everybody thought he would change. He did change, but for a while... It was crazy!
Fast forward to 2016, I got a news that he fled home and I had the whiff of where he might be or is it just my mental imagination? But my guess was right! He was where I had thought he was; Girinya. And I know why he was there, meeting with his old time friend, me. Before I got the news he had already spent 2 weeks in the same town with me. This while, he had been calculating my movements and was looking for the best time to strike, strike as in killing me? No, to explain things to me because I needed an explanation for why he has refused to stop stealing. We eventually met on the first day of the third week of his stay at Girinya. He explained everything to me. He also confessed that he stolen some bags of rice and millet to sell them, one thing about him is that he doesn't like hard works, that's one of the characteristics of a thief, even an armed robber. I feigned sadness when we met, I was so hard on him then he decided to explain everything to me, how he started stealing and the mysterious story behind it... You know Pharoah would have been a good man on earth but the curse that befall upon him was caused by either of his parents: father or mother, I can't recall!

UltimateDayg:


pls I am sorry for not to have been consistent and the slow updates but my svhedul got really tight and network and my phone aren't helping issues either.

But what did you mean by "teribble"?

Cc gucciqueen38 wehdone ma

It takes you long to post another episode, I term that as "terrible suspense"


Nice story...

Nice story but you're too slow and it's too small... Your own idea of placing your readers in suspense is terrible.

Continue bro

I love this