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Cutehector:kpele. hope u re not that kinda man? |
Alonzo4g:I haven't. where I'm from.the men pound the yams. |
that kinda man has been dating himself from day one. |
so pounding yam is now translated to being hardworking? kkkkk. |
both. |
our parents didn't practice that. |
SSpeter:hope u don't expect a lady to go below if you don't reciprocate? |
she remembered the day she died. nobody was home. it was a Sunday. her adopted mother was sick, she has been sick for a while. the other kids have gone to church. she wasn't allowed to go to church. going to church was a privilege. a luxury. she was washing when her adopted father entered. she greeted him and he pushed her aside. he was furious as usual. he was drunk. she had a premonition.. she heard her dad shouting at his sick wife. then she had a shout. a scream. another scream. and silence. her body began to shake. she rushed into the room and saw her mum sprawled on the ground. her father was by her side. she knelt down and hug her mum. the good woman. she tried to revive her. but she knew that her adopted mother was gone. she can never forget the look on her mother's face..she wanted Revenge. |
that wasn't all. her adopted father was a drunk, a terrible one. he was the wicked version of Lucifer for the devil was scared of him. he loved pain. he loved to see people in pain. he was pain itself. he hated himself, hated his wife and hated her more. he was a wife beater. a wife rapist. he was a thief. she said she often wondered how one person had all evil qualities not one good one. when he was away, there was peace. he was a strong man so no one dares challenge him. his wife was his drum. beat her so often. her cry was melodious to his ears. he beat for every little thing she did. for sleeping early. for not responding to his calls. even, he beats her when she's been owed salary. he kicked her. punched her. slapped her. she believed marriage was for better for worst. till death do them part. indeed. he beat her to death. she died. death did them part |
she told me how she was rejected and never breastfed. how the villagers called her a bad omen. how many wished she died. from the day she let out her first breath, till now she felt rejected. at the tender age of five she was abandoned in the hospital. her mother left her there and fled. everyone knew her mum. every one knew the circumstance of her birth. they all understood why she is better of dead. until a ward maid saw her and decided to adopt her even though she already had eight children. when she was brought home. she looked so skiny and emaciated. she could barely walk. the poor ward maid who adopted her fed her back to life. but there was a problem. her adopted mother kids hated her with a pure undiluted passion. |
she told me the biggest secrets of all times. how she was an abomination, a curse even before she was born. she was a taboo from the day she was conceived. she was a product of an incestious relationship between step-siblings. how she an evidence of a failed abortion. |
my relationship with uncle shoko has grown over the Months. my mother has been very sick lately and I clocked fourteen recently. I'm more conscious of my physical outlook. I buy cosmetics myself, I have indeed grown to be a beautiful young lady. I'm worried about my mother's health, she looks so ill and fragile, she has lost lot of pounds. I have come to realize the kind of work my mother does. she is a sex worker, she exchanges her body for money. she sleeps with any man that can pay her bill, I now fully understand why people distant themselves from us. I have come to realize that we have been ostracized by people. the snide remarks when people see mother. but you know what? I love my mother. I don't blame her. neither do I judge her. she has been the best mother to me. I remember mother called me the day I turned fourteen. we had the first talk as adults do. we spoke for so long, our longest discussion so far. she told me about her family and the circumstance that led to my birth. |
I ended up not telling mother. today is a new day. I had to convince myself not to tell mother yesterday. today is Saturday, one of mothers busiest day, but no matter how busy mother is, she always makes time to cook for me. she washes my clothes and plait my hair on Sundays. my mother is the best in the world. I remember days when she was sick and couldn't to work so there wasn't money and no food. mother would buy noodles on credit prepare for me and starve in her illness. she only eat when I say I'm full.. so I eat little and pretend to be full. I pretend a lot to make mother happy. she's the only I got. |
DopeBoiRapy:it's part of entertainment. but also grab the moral aspect |
DopeBoiRapy:ya. |
I arranged my skirt. put my pant in place and made to leave. he called me. "Sara, come back" his voice was not clear. it sounded so distant, so afraid. I turned for I was already at the door. "sorry, for wetin I do you" he paused "e pain you" I didn't respond. he searched in the cup board, brought his trouser and took his wallet. he took out a five hundred naira note and gave it to me. "take use am buy fanta and bread". I said no, thank you. he came closer and put the money in my pocket. he pleaded I told no one. not my friend or my mother. he said he was my friend, that he liked me. |
"isssssssh" uncle shoko hissed. he began swirling his waist in a forward and backward motion. his eyes began to roll. I was a bit scared but I held on. he wet his lips with his tongue as I stroked faster. "godamit" "oh gracious being" he was muttering gibberish. he began vibrating, like some one who was convulsing. then the liquid began coming out. whitish liquid. it touched my hand, it felt warm. I was marvelled by the quantity that poured out. then like a balloon pricked with a needle. his pe.nis became limp. lifeless and soft. I let go of it and stood up. I wish I could stand up from my bed and everything that happened should be a dream. but it wasn't. bro. shoko looked at me surprise, like he was seeing me for the first time. I saw the guilt on his face or was it fear? he handed me tissue, to clean up my hands. to wipe my sins. to clear my memory. he picked the remote, and switched off the television. |
DopeBoiRapy:its my story. I will keep updating it. |
icedbeatz:MouthAction is against the church doctrine of certain Christian denominations. they re also health reasons. |
luvguy:y? |
Walexsammy:kkk. |
IamLEGEND1:you have to respect ppl religious and personal beliefs. hope u reciprocate BTW. |
Rainess:l love ur response. epic. |
I'm so sorry to admit this. but I felt a bit in control. I felt in control of the pleasure he felt. I held the 'thing'. it look like an iron . no an iron is too hard. it felt like a plantain covered in flesh. it was warm, the veins in it were beginning to look obvious. I looked at the tip, the one eye. it doesn't look like an eye again, it looks like a mouth. a tiny little mouth. then I looked farther. I saw the hairs. black, it looked like sponge. I wanted to feel it with my other hand. will the feel like mine? or mothers own? why doesn't he remove it like mother does. when she thinks I'm asleep. she opens her leg, wide and use the shaving stick I buy at papa obinna shop. I see the way the hair drops on the table. her friend was there once and lamented that too much hair there was bad for business. I unconsciously dip my hand into my skirt and felt my own hairs.. yes I have hair too. soft and curly. I later told mother I wanted to cut it. as they were not good. she said no. she hugged me. and drew me closer. "baby" she called me lovelingly. I know she loves me. I can feel that from every cells in my body. it so sweet. I love her too. "baby" never let a man touch you there, you hear? any man that does that is evil. |
"help me abeg if not I go die o". I decided to help, irrespective of the fact that the act was bad. I moved closer. I touched it a bit, with my innocent virgin hands. he shivered, it didn't bite truly. "hold am well well" his eyes were closed. "drag am like this" he began directing my hands on the frequency of the stroke. he wanted it a bit faster. he wanted it a bit aggressive. I did what he wanted. the exact way. |
I shifted back. "sara! I say make you hold this thing" I stared at the 'thing', it seems to be nodding, pap-like liquid began seeping from it. "e no dey bite" he stroked it a bit more. by this time the guy in the television has changed style, the lady legs were raised-- like a wheel Barrow. the guy was on her standing. the lady screamed louder. "Sara", I was brought back to reality," abeg hold am small, e no go bite you, he pleaded. uncle shoko looked like some one in pain. |
I shifted back. "sara! I say make you hold this thing" I stared at the 'thing', it seems to be nodding, pap-like liquid began seeping from it. "e no dey bite" he stroked it a bit more. by this time the guy in the television has changed style, the lady legs were raised-- like a wheel Barrow. the guy was on her standing. the lady screamed louder. "Sara, I was brought back |
you don't have an ish. |
we re currently dating. |
ok.
go ahead |
Nova15:sniper isn't so expensive. |
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