APPRECIATION


I want to thank all those that complimented my designs. I sure made a few bad covers but its been a great time designing your book covers and i know so many things now.


NB

I would no longer be doing any more designs here. If you need any design whatsoever you can reach me at mrsexplorer21@gmail.com

Thank You.


I'll be moving on to another freebie project soon.

vinqq:
MrsExplorer pls help me produce a cover page too.
thanks in advance.

Title: The Cybercriminals behind the security.
Author:Saron M. Obia

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amodu:
MrsExplorer. I am astonished with your mastery of creations.

I also have a request for this book 'OLORUNJEDALO; God's Grandeur' my memoir.

By: Amodu Taofeek Olorunjedalo.

Thanking you in anticipation

sorry its coming late

EEMOSCO:
The other design of my story was great.TANKS@MREXPLORER.I would need another design of my other story,TITLED: The Story Of A Begger,by Eze Emmanuel

one design sir. If you want more you can reach me here mrsexplorer21@gmail.com

Noblemaster:
MrsExplorer, please you are yet to do mine

Gone With The Wind
Snippet : Better package awaits for your future
By Obadimu Ismail Idowu

what is the novel about and can you think of a better snippet

ChaChaKez:
Hello MrsExplorer, I had to join Nairaland after seeing your amazing and detailed designs. Your talent is beautiful and I'd love a design for my book.
Title: Soul Eater
Snippet: A deep tale of a young troubled woman
Author: Charlene Chiamaka Chikezie

The book centers on a young woman: who goes through a lot of ups and downs from all corners of life while in school. from mental torture to trauma from abuses.until she gets saved n has her sanity restored.. it has a little light humorous note to dissolve the gory details.

Bottoms up

Aitee1:
MrsExplorer I love you no homo...

I love you too

bibijay123:


My sister i just tire. I saw it on a site too and d guy was claiming ownership of it. He didn't even ask for permission before copying. That is why i am dragging my feet with this current story. I know the stress i went through hanging around Allen at night just to get gists for d story. I tire

my dear, i never understood the pain of someone stealing your work until i started writing on nairaland and someone copied n pasted the whole of my story unto his blog. its really painful.

thank God for nairaland, its dated so you can always use it as a proof, hopefully one day you can sue their ass.

Anyway, i'm thinking of a way round this, can i contact you once i come up with something?

That night, i think i snapped. I lay in that hospital bed with all the smell of drugs and the fowl air of frustration and i snapped. The doctor said the baby was premature, and that it would have permanent medical conditions. ''The Baby'' I haven't even brought myself to call it my baby. Can i ever take care of a baby i tried to kill with a coat hanger. A baby that tormented me to end its life.

I snapped. I snapped in a way drunkards change, you know how you are sober this minute and then the next minute you are so drunk your head is swinging from left to right like overgrown breasts. I knew at once that there was something wrong with me. Like a nut has gone loosed in my head.

I stood up from the hospital bed and walked towards the door. It was locked. I rested my back on the door and slowly i slided down to a sitting position, crawled up in a way that my knees was touching my chin and started crying, the pain was just too much it made me uncomfortable, i couldn't sit for long so i started rolling on the floor.

My eyes hurt, my stomach burnt and rumbled from pain and hurt, it was like someone was feeding me fire. I cried and i decided i couldn't take it any more.

I stood up and walked towards the window. It was a story building, there were 3 patients in the ward including a nurse who was now sleeping. One patient was awake, she just stared at me, her face totally blank and lacked emotions, have you ever being at that point where it seem like your are out of emotions, you can't cry, you can't laugh, you are just there like a vegetable waiting to be plucked. That's how it must have been for her, she just blocked off every emotion bidding the time when she would take her last breath. I wished for her luxury.

I got to the window and looked down, 3 stories. There was no one on the street, i think it must have been around 2am. The street lights felt like demons kissing me in the dark, they called on to me. I imagined how sweet it would be to have my brain scattered on the floor below. How would the news carry it.., ''A 19 year old commits suicide by jumping from a three-storey building''

Would the world know my story, would they know the kind of madness that drove me to fly, the pain, would they? I took a long breath and looked down again. My mind was made. I would tell you something, death is like a bad song written by a good musician, you hate it, you fear it but the moment you decide to embrace its melody and sing its verses, it becomes a song that soothes you.

I thought i would be afraid but i wasn't, i just felt numb. I thought about my life and tried to remember the last time i was happy, i couldn't.

I pulled the window curtain apart and tried to open the window. It was a glass window and bolted tight with no way to open it. I pushed but the window wouldn't bulge. I tried, but nothing i did would open the window.

So i grabbed one of the patients metal rod where her drip was hanged and tried to break the window with it. I was being too careful not to make too much of a noise. But it seems not making a noise would mean i would be stuck on earth so i hit the window more forcefully, the glass shattered with a loud bang that woke every person in that ward.

Before i could drop the metal rod and set myself up for the ultimate flight, everyone was begging me not to do it, the nurse was screaming and begging. They started to walk towards, including the very sick ones.

''please don't kill yourself, life is too precious'' one of them said. My life is far from precious. I inched closer to the window and slide my head outside, feels like a safe jump, if i'm lucky my brain would not fill the floor and i might just have a few broken bones.

As i made my way to jump, my dad opened the door and ran in. The shock of seeing my dad at the hospital by this time made my hesitate for a few seconds, those few seconds are the reason why i am here today...,

My dad was begging me, amidst tears.....,.......,
''Please just get away from that window'' he said.

''No dad, the pain is too much for me to bear''

He took careful steps towards me ''You don't have to bear the pain alone, please just get away from the window and we'll talk about it''

I stood by the window and let him talk to me, maybe i didn't want to die after all. Maybe i just needed someone to tell me everything would be fine and that i'm not going crazy.

''Who would take care of your younger ones if you decide to jump, we love you''


I looked at my dad, jolted from the window and ran into his arms..,

''the pain is too much dad, its too much'' i said, holding him very tightly.

''i know, i know, that's why i'm here, i'll never leave you''


I looked at him, ''But what happens to My Baby and the men who did all this?''

''Karma would catch up with them soon enough'' he replied.


I stared at my dad, if only he could read my thoughts...., I am karma.



(next updates would be here)

skarlett:
If I must say, I like the former title 'Blood on the Cloth Hanger' to this one 'Story of a rape victim' because the former seems catchy while the latter looks generic. I mean we have so many rape victims and they all have their stories, what makes this rape victim different from others we've seen and all that.

Its just my opinion tho.

Nwiboko26:
U gat a berra topic before dan naw.change it to d former one biko.dis one sounds so common.be d former is kind of coded.

Actually you are right. I felt people are more accustomed to a generic title, now i know better. Thank you

Countrygirl:
I just can't imagine the hanger and blood scene.


Mrsexplorers your description is wonderful.


Following

jammy12:
Just read the last post. You are far too good... Far far too good babe.

Countrygirl:
I just can't imagine the hanger and blood scene.


Mrsexplorers your description is wonderful.


Following

thank you guys, much appreciated

jammy12:
Aunty, please update story abeg. We still dey wait for you.
Personal Opinion: the fact you made us fix names for Uncle A-D put me off. Try to give every character a name and if possible a personality.
Very good storyline tho. The content is cray.

You are right, it is always a nice thing to build your characters but this is a very short story so i really didn't feel the need to build each one plus i was just scared for the names i would use cos of all these name checkers.

and i have so many other irrelevant reasons why i did not but you are right, i should have.

Thanks for dropping a comment and following. much appreciated

This was when it went really crazy.

I started to hear a voice. Every night, the voice would come to me and beg me to end it. It sounded very hollow, like one locked in a chamber. I couldn't sleep at night. The voice would scream and scream and i would hear it cry. The voice was sometimes feminine and sometimes masculine. I couldn't tell the difference but i knew i wasn't crazy.

When i couldn't get some sleep, i would try and speak to the voice hopefully it would hear me, maybe it did, maybe it didn't, the voice never replied me, all it said was ''end it'' ''end it''. First, it would beg then it would start to threaten me. I tried speaking to my dad about it but he didn't seem to understand. It was around this time i felt the first heartbeat of the baby in me. I don't know if it was just a coincidence or if this voice was somehow related to the baby in me. I really started to fear for my life.

My dad knew i was suffering, i made scratches on the walls with my fingers from lack of sleep and from trying to shut the voice out of my head, my fingers bled, my eyes became really dark and i acted like one out of this world. I've stopped eating and don't even have tears to cry anymore. As the days went by, i thought i might die so i started to write down what the voice was telling me....,


DAY 1: End it , end it , you know you have no choice, end it now!

DAY 2: I would make your life miserable, end it, end it.

DAY 3: please i'm begging you, end it. I want you to. Please i won't judge you. Please! Please!

DAY 4: If you don't end it, i would make everyone you love hate you, i would hate you for life, end it now, end it.



And so, just the same repetitive END IT. I didn't understand at first, end what? But as time went on i did.


Sometimes there would be nothing, i would not hear any voice but just when i fall asleep, i would hear a splitting scream that would jolt me from my bed, the scream would be so piercing that i literally ran around in my room and banged my head on the wall. This would shut the voice out for a while but after some minutes, the voice would start again.

Know that all this while my dad was beginning to avoid me and was sure i was getting crazy. i know i wasn't but it felt useless trying to explain to him when he could never understand. For 2 weeks, 4 days and 14 hours i didn't go outside, i folded up in my bed either trying to shut the voice or trying to prove to my dad that i wasn't crazy.

Then one night it all became clear. I was sleeping when i started to hear the cry of a baby, it was a sweet cry at first, but then it started to grow louder and louder and louder and as the cry increased i felt the neck of the baby snap, END ME, a voice said before the baby stopped crying. I knew immediately what i had to do, by this time i was 6months, 1 week and 6 days pregnant.


The decision was easy to make, what was hard was the tool to use. I knew i didn't have the resources to get a professional doctor but i knew i had to do it.

I was till contemplating how to do it when the voice started again. This time it was more loud than ever and my eyes and head hurt, i couldn't bear it anymore so i just did it.

As the voice kept screaming, i grabbed a metal coat hanger and untwisted it so that it became a long metal rod. I stood in the middle of the room totally naked, spread my legs apart and proceeded to insert the rod upwards into my vagina. I intend to reach the back of my uterus where the little monster is and puncture the hell out of it. Hopefully, this would induce an abortion.

I've read somewhere that if i can hit the back of the uterus with a sharp object, it could induce an abortion and this is what i intend to do.

I heard the voice again, ''Go on, End it, i know you can, end it''

I pushed the hanger in more forcefully till i was sure i was at the back of my uterus. but just when i thought everything was fine, i felt a sharp pain inside of me. I couldn't tell where it was coming from but it filled the whole of my body, it was like being shot with a million bullets. I kept trying, pushing the rod deeper, my thighs tightened and i held my breath, my eyes were closed and tears was pouring down.

When i couldn't bear the pain anymore i screamed and started to bring the rod out but as i did, i noticed i was bleeding, there was blood on my hands, blood on my thighs, blood on the floor, blood on the coat hanger and the pain was just too much. I tried bringing out the coat hanger but it was like trying to pull out your own teeth or breaking your own bone, each time i try to pull it out, the pain would increase and with each pain, i would scream really loudly.

There was blood everywhere, i gave up trying to pull the coat hanger out and just started screaming. I started to roll and turn on the floor in the pool of my own blood, i wished there was a gun nearby so i could just end the pain. A bullet to my head would be all i need. I screamed and screamed until i blacked out, the last thing i heard was from the voice, ''You failed''







When i opened my eyes, i was in a hospital. My dad was there, a doctor and two nurses. I felt like dissolving into the mattress. My inside hurt as if on fire and my heard was throbbing. I strained to see if i could hear the voice, Nothing, no voice. I heaved a sigh of relief.

''What did you think you were trying to do'' the doctor asked. ''You could have killed yourself''

I looked at my dad and directed my question at him, ''That would have been nice, don't you think?''

There was tears in his eyes but by now i was so used to seeing tears they no longer meant anything to me. He shook his head and looked away.

''You dare take your eyes off your daughter?'' i asked him.

''I am sorry'' he said. Again, that doesn't mean anything to me, i'm already damaged beyond repair.

''Well, the abortion you were trying to do failed and you delivered the baby prematurely, your baby would live but your uterus was severely damaged and you might not be able to get pregnant again'' the doctor said with a total lack of empathy. ''I'm sure you understood the risks before doing what you did''

I jumped out of my bed and tried to run out of the room, wailing in the process, one of the nurse was quick and tried to hold me down, i wrestled her to the ground and tried to kick the other one but as i tried, i began to feel dizzy and slumped on the floor, weak and broken.

The doctor helped me to the bed, ''If you continue this way, we might have to constrain you and keep you here longer than necessary'' he said.

I started to cry. ''Where is the baby'' I asked.

The doctor look at me and for the first time i saw true pity in his eyes,

''Your baby is in an oxygen chamber cum incubator and might remain so for a long time, he is premature and would have permanent medical problems due to the damage caused by the coat hanger''

I started crying and wailing till i dozed off. I wouldn't be in this position if not for the two men who thought it was more fun destroying a life than protecting it.

I vow to revenge and i have my plans drawn.

I was 19 years, seven months and 23 days old when i frist noticed it. It was mild at first then it started to get serious. Keep in my mind that i already began to think i could live a normal live, i mean they always say everything happens for a reason and no matter what live throws at you, you get right back up and try to find peace and happiness and love and joy.

Now i just think its bullshit, i think if live throws shit at you, you get up and throw a pit latrine at it. We can not all be happy but you can as well do a good job at making life miserable for those who made you unhappy.

So there i was, vomiting like i auditioned for fear factor. Falling sick every morning and noticing my breasts was sore. I tried using medications at first but when nothing changed and started vomiting randomly, i started to get scared. You know how they say some women can know when you are pregnant by just looking at you, well that shit is true. A neighbour walks up to me and in the fake look of concern neighbours always use, tells me i'm pregnant. I knew by the next day the news would have painted the walls of this neighbourhood.

I lived in denial for 2 weeks, 5 days and 16 hours before i decided to get a pregnancy test. All these while, crying each day and reliving that moment it all went crazy. When i eventually did get the test and confirmed i was indeed pregnant, it was like my heart went blank. It was like someone took my brain and wiped all the happy memories away leaving the really painfull ones. There was no way i would remain sane after this, i was definitly going crazy.

I think my dad must have known all along cos when i eventually told him, he didn't seem shock, he just looked at me and said, ''Prepare, you would be travelling to the village''

''for what'' i asked.

''No daughter of mine would give birth to a bastard son in my house'' he said.

''A bastard son? A bastard son? Your brother and his son did this to me and you have the guts to say a bastard son?'' I screamed and shouted and punched his chest.

When i looked up, i saw tears in his eyes.

''You would go to the village whether you like it or not and do you know what people would say'' a little forcefullness in his voice.

''I am not going anywhere'' i said before i ran out of the room.

I know how this story always ends. A teenager gets pregnant, family members takes her to the village, she gives birth in the village all the while made to feel worthless and a liabilty, comes back to Lagos and continue the worthless living, she faces rejection and then vents all the anger on the new born baby. Maybe this teenagers deserved it, maybe it was their fault they refused to use protection but what about me, i was raped, its not like those bastards took a pause to think ''wow, we are doing this really wonderful thing, lets just take a pause and add a condom to the mix incase things go awry''

No, that's not what they did. They rammed and rammed and now i have a tiny monster inside of me. A monster that's the result of everything wrong in our society.

As the days went by, everyone looked at me like i was digusting. I was getting used to that. I saw charles once, he was with some friends, they were going to the pool. Sweet charles, having fun while i'm getting burnt. How do i even tell him that i was pregnant, who would i even tell, the dad or the son.

I didn't know what i would do just yet but this was when all the craziness started. By this time i was already 5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days pregnant.

demiladegold:


thanks but no darkness o.... i want something girly and catchy

d book is not a naija concept, its an highschool cliche novel

Well, i'm sorry i cant review the design. If you want unlimited review yu'd have to pay for it. mrsexplorer21@gmail.com

Donpoker9:
Abandon your spirit by the door
and let your fears swallow you whole.
Give the monsters what they want
before they eat all of your soul.





I love this!!

mrsexplorers come and continue


nice one!

now you have to feed those monsters

MidieMeliss:
This is good narration. MrsExplorer you are one gifted writer.

thank you,,, would be updating

Gosj01:


Help me too!

Title : Firé: Three promises
Author : Orire™

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demiladegold:
hi, please i'll also like a book cover.... diary of a sexy nerd by demilade

below is a picture of what i did myself, ill appreciate something prettier. tanchu

nerd sweet

SimpleBea:
MrsExplorer.
Tittle:- Love don't cost a thing.
Author:- Abidemi EA

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