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THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE PART 7 Mady sent for me later in the evening.Ona led me to see her, leading me directly to Mady’s room. A well furnished spacious room adorned with beautiful red curtains and a goldstar colour T.v. I couldn’t help but feast my eyes on the beautiful things surrounding me. Mady was comfortably sitting on her bed when we got there. A newspaper resting on her laps, making her look like a female military administrator. She smiled as soon as she noticed our presence and nodded to Ona. “thanks for bringing her, you can now leave us” she said calmly to Ona, who quickly obeyed and left the room. “come sit here my dear” she said to me, pointing to a small chair facing her bed. I nervously obeyed without a word. “hope you are getting acquainted with your new home?” she asked curiously, examining me with her eyes. “oh yes, thanks alot, you are so kind” i replied gratefully. “Ona did a good job with your hair. I like your new look” she said smiling, while i blushed. “anyway i invited you here for something important. I really can’t wait till tomorrow because you know time is money, moreover i will like you to sleep over what i have to tell you” she said slowly, keenly observing my reaction. I nodded calmly, my heart beating furiously. I couldn’t imagine what could be so serious for her to invite me by that hour. 10:30pm the wall clock in her room displayed. “i invited you here because of your daughter winnie. I will very much love to adopt her. She’s very cute and i promise she will have the best life can offer.I will give you #200,000''she said. A cold shiver ran through me.That was a huge amount,i reasoned.At least with that,i could start up something.But i beheld my daughter's image and shook my head. ''I cant accept it ma,i want to be with my daughter"i replied. "Go and think about it.and talk to me tomorrow.Remember,you dont need the child now.you dont have anybody to take care of you.you have to move on with your life as a young girl that you are"she finally said and dismissed me. __"#200,000!?,ona exclaimed,you are lucky.the other time,she gave blessing 100,000 to have her child" I was suprised at what ona said and i asked"where is the baby now?" "nobody knows"she replied. ''and where is blessing now?"i asked "Few days from now,you will start doing what she is doing.you have to survive.use what you have and get what you want" Her explanation baffled me.prostitution?God forbid.Over my dead body.That night,i didnt get enough sleep,i was looking at the time to know when it will be dawn,so that i will go to mady and demand for my daughter and leave this place.I know God wont reject me if everybody does. But do i think i would get back my daughter so easily? KINDLY REQUEST FOR PART 8

THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE PART 6 Mady was the name, everyone called my new helper and she really was a lovely woman to behold. Her grand beauty was very spectacular and solid. But upon all the beauty and air she carried she still remained unmarried, which i found very strange. I really wasn’t surprised to see lots of young girls in her house when i moved in to live with her, because she told me she was running a non governmental organisation which cared for homeless street girls, but i never imagined she could be so rich as to own a giant two storey building, a thirty room quarters {built like a hostel} and another small bungalow all fenced together in one big compound. Three 504 salon cars and a mercedes 200 adorned her garage. I couldn’t help but notice that the girls who lived under her care all idolized her, because she was friendly to all with her sweet mouth. “i started from the streets but now i own all these” she said as she showed me round the massive compound, while I smiled happily, thinking i had finally gotten to the land flowing with milk and honey. I was later introduced and handed over to a girl called Ona, whose work was to help, educate and make me look good, while Little winnie was taken away from me and handed over to an old woman whom they called mama nurse. “She will be better of in our nursery” the old nurse had assured me as she carried my little girl, but I still insisted on seeing the nursery, which after a little hesitation, she led me to the extreme end of the main house, through a hall-way and into a large room built underneath. Cribs, toys, and clothes of various sizes adorned the room making it look beautiful. “you see your little angel will be properly cared for here, just keep thanking Mady, she really cares for you girls” she murmured with a smile, while i shrugged and said nothing. The nursery truly was a paradise to behold, compared to the store i used to live with my little girl, yet it looked very creepy to me, making me a bit scared. However i paid no heed to my feelings, thinking i felt uncomfortable because it was the first time winnie was leaving my care…. But i was very wrong.

PART 5 THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE what do i do now?” i sobbed uncontrollably, “nothing my dear, absolutely nothing” mama Joy calmly replied and held me. “where do i lay my head tonight? Where do i go from here?” i asked unhappily, “my dear, do trust in God he alone has control over our destiny, don’t give up” she calmly advised. But i really was very heart broken and scared, because i knew i was lost in an unfriendly world where my own family rejected me. “my husband really won’t tolerate you staying with us, but i hope you can manage my store {storage room}, it’s very spacious and there is an old mattress in it” she said to me as i sobbed. I instantly looked at her hopefully, i never expected her to help me further, thus my delight and happiness as little hope fell on me. “you can stay there till you get a better accomodation, you can also come work for me in my restaurant and make small money for yourself, at least with it you can make better plans for your future. I just wish i’m a rich woman, i would have helped you more” she murmured. “oh don’t bother ma” you have done more than enough for me, something my own mum couldn’t do” i answered gratefully. ______ That was how i found myself under Mama Joy’s care. I slept in her store at night and worked in her restaurant during the day. I worked tirelessy as i tried to discard my sorrows and earn something decent for myself. Nnamdi never for a day lifted a finger to help me nor ask of his daughter’s welfare, even though we do see each other everyday, Instead he continued making me jealous by bringing different girls to his room. His actions hurts me alot but i pretended as if i didn’t care. I held my pride, suffered silently and never begged. Three months i suffered and toiled under Mama Joy’s care, until September when a good looking middle aged woman who patronized her restaurant came into my life, offering to help me raise my child. Her sweet tongue and behaviour really convinced me of her good intentions that without second thoughts, i accepted her help against Mama Joy’s reservations. A week later I moved into the woman’s house without giving it a second thought. Little did i know that misfortune awaited me. KINDLY REQUEST FOR PART 6

PART 4 MISTAKE OF MY LIFE “Good-day DAD” i greeted fearfully as he approached me, but he simply gave me a terrible look, spat and shook his head, “you are no daughter of mine, you are a big disgrace to my family, just look at yourself and what you have done to your future” he muttered with an angry tone, walked into mum’s shop cursing angrily. I was extremely disheartened and downcasted. “dear lord open up the earth and swallow me, please” i knelt and cried. People passed by and watched me silently, some laughed, some murmured inaudible words, some scoffed, some sighed in pity, some shrugged and cursed my parents, but none came forward to help me. Not even my younger sisters. By 4pm that fateful day, i returned to my land- lady’s shop with a broken spirit and a weak body. There were tears in her eyes as she saw me walk in. She quickly offered me a chair before giving me a plate of rice. ‘Oh i really would have died that fateful day if not for her’. I can never forget all she did for me. Our land-lady fondly called Mama Joy by everyone who knew her was a very kind hearted old woman, who managed to raise her three children all alone with the little profit she made from the small street corner “food- Joint” she owned. Her husband {our landlord} was just a well known drunkard and gambler who spent all the money he made from his old house, drinking and gambling. He really made‘pool promoters and agents’very wealthy with his stupidity. Mama Joy was thus forced to fight for her children alone, perhaps that was the main reason she felt and understood my plight. “don’t worry my dear, i’ll talk to Nnamdi when he returns this evening, i really don’t understand men nor boys of nowadays” she assured me as i ate with a broken spirit. “what will i do if Nnamdi refuses to listen to her” i wondered fearfully, “perhaps mama Joy will allow me work for her” i reasoned with a dry smile, “but where will i be sleeping” i asked myself sorrowfully. I really was very worried as we waited for Nnamdi to show up that fateful day. But to my extreme surprise, he came home by 9:30pm, dragging a young strange woman who looked like a LovePeddler with him. I was broken hearted, dejected and in tears. Mama Joy simply shrugged and held me. “that’s some of the things we poor women face in life, don’t let it bother you” she calmly advised. But something deep down told me i had lost Nnamdi forever. The little hopes i had were dashed that moment. ************* KINDLY REQUEST FOR PART 5

PART 3 THE MISTAKE OF MY LIFE My dear stop crying and think ahead, crying over split milk dosen’t make any sense” our land-lady advised as she led me to her apartment. “my life is useless i feel like dying” i weeped, “my dear stop mocking God, he alone knows the reason he kept you alive, so don’t be ungrateful” she cautioned. “i however think you should leave your bag with me, return to your family and see if they will accept you” she advised minutes later, after i had calmed down a little. I cleaned my eyes and stared at her with prayers in my lips. “i pray they do, if not i’m stranded and doomed” i murmured with a broken spirit, knowing fully well the kind of parents i had. Only divine intervention could make them change their stand. But I had no choice than to try my luck once again. I trekked from Igbariam to Nnaji-nwede street where my parents resided, carrying Winnie with me. I couldn’t afford using public transport that fateful morning, because i needed to make good use of the little money i had. ::::: Mum was the only one at home when i got there, making me relax a bit as i rested in her shop which was just in front of the house. The fire in her eyes died as soon as she saw me, tears quickly formed in them as she stared at my weak body. “nne” was all she could mutter, while i swallowed hard with tears in my eyes. Other mothers would have reached out and carried their daughter’s child who equally was her grand daughter, but she didn’t, instead stared at us with pity. Even though she never did support dad’s harsh treatment towards me, she equally never condenmed it, perhaps because i had five other younger sisters, whom they needed to protect by using my punishment as a lesson and example to them. “mum help me please i have nowhere else to go, Nnamdi threw me out of his house this morning” i sobbed and knelt by her side with little winnie in my arms. She breathed deeply, scratched her head and stared at the ceiling. “have you eaten today?” i heard her ask. “no mum food isn’t my problem” i replied with tears. “i have beans let me get some for you” she murmured, left her shop and went into the house to get a plate of beans for me. She returned with it, dropped the plate on a small stool, and reluctantly carried little winnie, so that i could eat properly. ____ “please be quick with it, because you have to leave before your dad shows up, i don’t want his problem today” she urged. Her comment really broke my heart, but i was already used to such comments. I rushed up with my meal, washed my mouth and thanked her. “now you can leave abeg” she murmured and gave me fifty naira, “use it to buy akamu {pap} for your daughter” she added a bit coldly. I closed my eyes out of pain but tears refused to fall out. “mum i have no-where to go” i reminded her, but all she did was just to shrug. “it’s non of my business you aren’t our responsibility anymore, if you have any case, do present it to your father please and not to me” she replied nervously. Leaving me once again lost, confused and hopeless, “how can i face dad when mum is behaving like this” i wondered. I had hoped with time that their cold behaviour towards me will reduce, but instead of reducing, it only increased. “anwúómú ööö {i don die} here comes your dad” mum exclaimed as she sighted him from afar seconds later, instantly pushing me out of her shop. I stood outside and waited for dad defiantly, with a broken spirit and winnie in my arms, “whatever will be, will eventually be, let it happen now” I said myself as i waited for him to finish me.. ************ KINDLY REQUEST FOR PART 4

Prettiepearlz:
The Part two please. Thanks

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MISTAKE OF MY LIFE PART 2 Nnamdi soon woke up, ignored my greeting, washed his mouth and left the house without a word. I was terribly scared because of the way he looked at me. I knew it was just a matter of seconds before he kicks us out of his room. I sobbed quietly as i lamented my fate. “My mates are all with their parents, enjoying their lives and planning for a brighter future. Here i’m suffering like a refugee” i reasoned with tears. “only if i had listened to him months ago and terminated my baby, i wouldn’t be suffering in this manner” i said to myself bitterly. But deep down in my heart i equally knew i rejected to do his bidding because i couldn’t bear such guilt which would have been terrible and unbearable. Winnie’s loud cry soon calmed me. I quietly carried her, changed her napkin, breastfed and sang a lullaby for her. He came in that moment eyeing us. “have you packed all your things?” he asked coldly. I swallowed hard and stared at him pleadingly. “please don’t do this to us” i begged, “we are already managing well, i’ll start a trade very soon” i added. He scratched his head uneasily and again eyed me murderously, “do you call this life eeh? Abeg shut that your dirty mouth” he barked, before grabbing all my clothes which he dumped inside an old large bag, fetched winnie’s things and equally dumped them in it. “here is two hundred and fifty Naira {N250} it’s your transport fare to your parents house, i have tried enough for you, i won’t kill myself doing it mtcheeew” he muttered and threw the money at me. Tears instantly fell uncontrollably from my eyes, i had no where to go. I was doomed, I dropped winnie on the bed, knelt and begged him “please Nnamdi, please” i begged again and again, but instead of my pleas to calm him, it infuriated him tremendously. He slapped me hard, grabbed the bag and threw it out of his room. “i will do the same to you and this baby if you don’t leave peacefully” he threatened. I stared at him heartbroken, and hungry, cursing the day i granted him access to my body. The story of my love life with Nnamdi really is a long one. An affair which never should have happened in the first place had i ignored my heart, because he really had nothing to offer me, yet i foolishly fell in love with him. A very stupid teenage love affair which i now regret. Love dosen’t work in an empty stomach, neither does it work in an unsecured environment. Nnamdi wasn’t in love with me any longer because circumstances changed and he only saw me as a burden to his miserable life. He totally ignored winnie’s cries, my pleas and our neighbours preachings as he pushed us out of his house that fateful morning. A day i was supposed to be happy because it was my birthday. *** WATCH OUT FOR PART 3 KINDLY REQUEST

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PART 1.. 22nd June 1989″ ‘6:30am’ I woke up from sleep with a very terrible headache, while hunger and fear occupied the rest of my body. Nnamdi who was lying by my side instantly coughed, startling me. I rubbed my eyes, got up from bed and smiled at little winnie who was sleeping peaceful on her cot. That fateful day was my 19th birthday, but instead of being the happiest day of my life, it brought great suspence, fear and sorrow with it. It was equally the last day Nnamdi, my boyfriend and also little Winnie’s father gave me to pack out from his room. Our relationship suddenly turned sour when i got pregnant for him. He never wanted me to keep the baby, but i refused to terminate it leaving him with no choice than to accept responsibility,when my parents threw me out of their house. I was in SS3 when it happened, while he was just a struggling brick layer and a motor mechanic apprentice. We both were from poor backgrounds which truly worsened everything. I was then left at his mercy, and out of frustration he never allowed a moment to pass without reminding me of the hardship i was causing him and how unlucky i was. Those were the moments i felt like killing myself. I admit i made a terribly mistake by having unprotected sex and getting pregnant for him, but harming my innocent baby was what i really couldn’t do. I managed and struggled with determination until i gave birth to my little girl on 21st december 1988. Nnamdi on his part grudgingly supported me by providing the little he had which he never did without complaining, but the love and joy my little girl brought into my life sustained and gave me hope. As soon as little winnie was born, he gave me six months to leave his house. At first i thought it was one of his numerous careless comments, but as June slowly drew near, he began singing it almost everyday in my ears. Leaving me confused, demoralized and unhappy. It really wasn’t as if he was spending much on us. I only ate twice daily while little winnie survived on my br.east milk and few ‘Tins’ of baby milk concerned neighbours especially our land- lady do give us. The previous day {21st June}, he almost strangled me simply because i begged him to allow us stay few more months with him. I had no money on me, nor family to seek because to them i was good as dead. Not even when i took little Winnie to them months after she was born did their mind change. I murmured some prayers as i awaited my fate, wondering where to go, when he eventually wakes up and throws us out. ************ THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING WATCH OUT FOR PART 2 KINDLY REQUEST FOR PART 2

elsatom:
Please ur story is very interesting cos its been experienced in some families. I second for d part two.

part 2 is out

As soon as I cleared out the dinner table, I went into the bedroom, not bothering to say goodnight to Kenny in the living room. I knew he was going to be coming to bed soon enough. I needed him to think I was fast asleep by the time he came to bed. I quickly got into the bathroom and had a quick shower before climbing into bed. I made sure I put on my long pyjamas so there was no way he could have easy access to my body. About an hour later when I heard him climb into bed and turn the other way, I finally let out the breath I was holding. I managed to escape the sex tonight. By the time I woke up the next morning, I knew we were going to have another round of noise and fight and I quickly said a silent prayer to God for strength. I could feel his hand roaming round my body relentlessly and there was no doubt in my mind what the expected end result to be. I opened my eyes and took a glimpse at the clock on the wall. It was just 6.am. I turned and removed his hands from my body and tried to get up only to be pulled back. By the third time of going through the same motion, he finally spoke up. ''Babe, what is the excuse today? It has been 2 weeks for Christ sake. How am I supposed to be happy if you won't even have sex with me?'' He said with obvious frustration in his voice. ''So your happiness is now tied to sex? You still don't get it do you? I am doing this for us. For our home and our future. I told you before I started that this was going to happen and you agreed and now you want to make me feel guilty. Seriously I am confused.'' ''Omololami, you know I am not opposed to prayer and fasting. I love God too and I go to church but you cannot honestly expect me not to have sex for the next 100 days just because you want to fast'' I was so angry at that statement and I flared up, ''Seriously Kenny, are you kidding me right now? What happened to self control? This just shows how far you have fallen from the faith. Is this not the same you that used to fast with me all the time before we got married? So all that spirituality was a lie? Did we not court for two years without sex? So you must have been cheating on me.'' ''What? How can you say that? Are you crazy? How can you even compare both scenarios? I was single then now I am married. Why did I get married if I can't have sex?'' ''Oh so now I am a sex machine? You married me for the sex?'' I asked ''You know what, I wont waste my time having this fruitless conversation with you. I am warning you for the last time. I wont take this your fasting bullshit and you will learn to respect me in this house. If this is the rubbish they are teaching you in church, I will ban you from going there'' ''You wont dare Kehinde Ayorinde. You will not dare. If I ever have to choose between you and my God, trust me, you will loose. It is God first and you second. That devil that is trying to use you, will not find a place''. ''Try me, Lola, just try me'' he said as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. I walked out of the room and went into the kitchen heartbroken. As I went about making Kenny's lunch that he usually takes to work I was so sad. I didn't understand Kenny's bitterness towards my relationship with God. I didn't expect to have these kind of issues just 6 months after marriage. He knew how much I loved God and how much that relationship means to me and he was proving so difficult. We even talked about this while we were courting and he used to tell me how much he loved my passion for God. We have tried getting pregnant for the past 5 months and nothing has happened and I knew I needed to tackle it in prayer before 5 months turned to 15 years and I told him I decided to join the 100 days fast in church. Initially, he had agreed to join me but 3 days after he stopped. I didn't get offended. I decided to do the prayers myself, I just did not expect him to be so bitter about it. As I finished packing his lunch about 30 minutes later, Kenny came out fully dressed and just walked past me without picking up his food as usual. I quickly ran after him and caught up with him just as he was getting into his car. ''You didn't take your food'' I said. ''Take that rubbish food and get out of my sight. I don't want your food, now or ever until you learn to respect me and until you decide what is more important to you'' he said and slammed the door, driving away while I stood there mouth agape. We had a lot of disagreements over sex in the last two weeks but I had never seen Kenny so bitter before. I knew there and then I needed to pray for my home. Casting out every demon that suddenly possessed my husband. … _…Kindly Request for *Part 2*

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what's happening at fed poly oko?? just within an interval of two days, 2 fatal accident. About 8 dead including finalist. Many had serious injuries. My course mate is also a victim. He had serious injuries in his legs. RIP 2 d dead. Wishing my course mate nd others quick recovery

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Federal poly Oko was tagged the best poly in Nigeria by me (I stand to be corrected)
it's the first poly in Nigeria to take computerised exams
i have always admired the school in terms of practical,
but recently a student of computer science Atani campus (not the main campus though). Called out for help. In his post to my fb page he said. ''we are suffering at atani
camps o..... please we need
help oooo just look at
computer science students
recieving practical lectures ....''
what do you think they should do?

What happens when you see a
gynaecologist?
When you have a gynaecological
examination, you lie down in a
special chair, with your legs
apart and resting on special leg
supports. The gynaecologist will
first examine your external
genital organs, and then your
ovaries and uterus, using his or
her hands and fingers. The
gynaecologist will then use a
small spatula-like device known
as a speculum to look up into
the vagina and cervix. Many
gynaecologists will also carry
out an ultrasound examination.
The ultrasound equipment,
which looks something like a
vibrator, emits and receives
ultrasound simultaneously. It is
placed inside the vagina and
shows, amongst other things,
the shape of the uterus and the
ovaries. It also allows the
gynaecologist to check that
there are no myomas (harmless
tumours formed from muscle
tissue) or other types of
tumour. The big question is, visit to gynaecologist- scary or pleasurable?

I fell in
Love with this intrument:Harmonica also known as french harp or mouth organ. Av been looking for a particular type, the Diatonic harmonica (not the regular 24holes harmonica) but
couldn't find it. Any
information on how i'll get it
will be appreciated thanks.
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fellow Nairalanders, sorry for disturbing your scroll. I fell in Love with this intrument (diatonic Harmonica) but couldn't find it. Any information on how i'll get it will be appreciated