Why was father fidgety?

Simple Ansa to ur question. The wicked flee when no one pursue dem but the righteous are bold as a lion

saxwizard:
Why was father fidgety?

Simple Ansa to ur question. The wicked flee when no one pursue dem but the righteous are bold as a lion

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Boss shey u knw nna wetin u teach me I dey do. ... am only ur loyal boy

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saxwizard:
Why was father fidgety?

Simple Ansa to ur question. The wicked flee when no one pursue dem but the righteous are bold as a lion

D O fagunwa

Episode 26
It was raining.
The ride back home from the police station was the slowest. The road seemed longer and the car felt like a hell hole with so much unanswered questions and eerieness in the air. The second journey to the police station had revealed who the accomplice was.
Mother's lips where pressed tighthly and Father's face was grim and expressionless. Fear gripped me because the awkward silence and display of attitude was torturing and I couldn't bare it anymore.
The driver finally pulled over and I whispered a prayer of relief. One more moment in the car and I would have to break the silence with something stronger than the cough I had tried using. Maybe something like breaking into tears or breaking into pieces. Anything would have seemed appropriate to do but thank God I didn't have to be creative.
Mother came down from the car and stormed into the house as father ran after her. "Ifemi,I can explain. This isn't so much of a big deal just hear me out" but mother ignored his pleas like they were from a radio station she hated. Definitely not Radio Lagos, Yoruba mothers would die if they shut down that station and mine was a typical one no matter how she tried to be Porsche.
Father grabbed Mother's hand and she yanked them off and looked straight in his eyes. From the door where I still stood staring at both of them,I could feel the heat oozing out of Mother. I have never seen her that way before not even when she complains or yells at me ot anyone else. She looked capable of anything and i could bet she would slap him or pounce on him or break his bones. God,i was going insane with suspense.
Mother never got angry with father. He was the love of her life, righteous and impeccable. He was her salvation and winner of her soul.
But now she looked at him in away I never could have imagined.
If I wasn't there to see the sudden change in her face I would have believed she had a mask on. The mask of an angry mad black woman.

Episode 27
Her chest was moving too rapidly and she panted for breath as Father left her. She went upstairs but father still followed her into the master bed room.
I gained the courage and creeped silently up the stairs making sure I wasn't heard. I held my breath but if you were in my shoes,you'll do anything to know what was going on behind that door.
I finally got to the front of their room door and pressed my ears on the doors. The sniffs were high and fast as Father kept saying "am so sorry". I could picture the scenario in my mind.
Mother was sitting at the edge of the bed with her hands covering her face and father sat beside her smoothening her shoulder. Maybe this wasn't what happened behind that door but that was how father and I had been the night he defiled me completely.
I heard footsteps walking towards the door and I was caught off guard. With fear I took a reverse without looking back and crashed into the tall flower vase by the corridor. The flower vase fell in the opposite direction and with a loud crash,the hardware was in a hundred pieces.
The door flung open while my eyes moved quickly from the broken mess to my parents room door. Mother's eyes were wide open you could see her retina,her mouth was ajar as she came at me waggling her fingers ready to pounce on me. " you bastard,you fool look what you have done to my vase! You thief like your father!"
My bladder was full at the instant and I could pee on my body. This was a devastating turn of event. Why did I like doing amebo sef? With mother coming fiercely towards me I kept walking backwards anticipating the beating of a lifetime.
Of course I thought I was running a way from trouble but I was at the edge of the stairs and with one more movement.
I tumbled.

I must commend ur effort ooo frozenfirenaija ...waking up in the middle of the night means u still hv ur readers at heart.....kudos madam......am following u lik hunchback everywhere u go ...

Feyikemi12:
D O fagunwa

Dey whyn me dey go good is looking u in 5d


Me wey never write poem not to talk of textbook....no b my talent abeg

saxwizard:


Dey whyn me dey go good is looking u in 5d

Me wey never write poem not to talk of textbook....no b my talent abeg

Too much of nollywood
Frozenfire more data to ur fone jare

Interesting & captivating piece@frozenfire.

#following

saxwizard:
I must commend ur effort ooo frozenfirenaija ...waking up in the middle of the night means u still hv ur readers at heart.....kudos madam......am following u lik hunchback everywhere u go ...

tanx bro

Thanks all. Please u all should pardon me for my short updates, this is my first story, I still dey learn

Episode 28
My head hit the floor hard in a very sharp thudd and I snapped out of my thoughts.
I couldn't recognise my environment, white laboratory walls,running water and a noise I couldn't comprehend. What time was it?where I was and Was I astral projecting? Or was I having a trance or was this some kind of hypnosis?
A sharp migraine reverberated through my brain and I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again. This time it was clear.
I was still in the bathroom and the water was still running over my body sending chills though my spine. I shivered but it wasn't the effect of the cool water,it was the memory. It happened a long time ago. Two years before father left but I felt like I was there and it was happening all over again. The headache was still there and the noise.
I turned off the shower and cleaned the tears that must have flowed down my eyes while I was deep in thoughts. The past had a way of controlling my mind nd making me forget the present
Someone was knocking hard on my room door and I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I mopped my body dry avoiding to distract myself from looking at my body and get Hot again. Lately looking at my body stirred desires and masturbation was the last thing I wanted to do not because it was boring or the fact that it was one of the dumbest way to gain pleasure but because it would only make me want more and I couldn't stand the chance. Father and Kwame weren't the best option and I was alone in a room with someone banging fiercely on my door.
"Who's there?" I quietly swore that if it was father I'll not open the door. Seeing me naked behind a towel was the last thing I wanted. Father was an hunter for sex and I wouldn't let him catch this prey though I know father would never stop trying.
"It's me" Mother's voice eased me of the tension I had built in my body the moment I stepped out of the bathroom.
But then I opened the door and there stood father.

Countrygirl:
Interesting & captivating piece@frozenfire.


#following

tanx sis

@ froZenFirenaija, are u telling us that u can't distinguish btw ur parents' voice?

I don't quite agree with the last line of ur post.

frozenfirenaija:

tanx sis

pls I know its not easy updating ooo but dont make one lose interest biko... Been refreshing since morning.

If na me dey in the shoes of Rhoda that old wicked man for don enter 6feets tey tey :@

can't wait fo d next episode

Episode 29
I quickly grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it close but the shock in me drained me of my strength. I had only imagined locking the door the same way I must have imagined Mother's voice and concluded she was the one behind the door.
I didnt have the chance to worry about where mother could have gone to because I know father never trespassed when she was around unless she was asleep.
My gaze were fixed on father's eyes as he shut the door behind me and began to walk towards me. I tried to move my legs but I couldn't,it was as though someone had casted a spell on me.
Father passed and looked at me "I thought you were trying to drown yourself,the water kept running for ever" I swallowed a large portion of saliva and cleared my throat, the things in my head were clogging my movement and respiration. "Everything is fine,father" thank God I sounded better but everything wasn't okay.
Behind the towel my body was reacting to Father's presence, I wanted to feel his hard body against mine. My body vibrated when his hands rested on my shoulder,I knew I was in deep trouble but my alter ego wanted much more trouble. "I care so much about you than you know and if you weren't my daughter and if this culture wasn't this way,I would have married you"
My head was screaming to me,this was pure deception and I was falling for it. I shut my eyes and said a little prayer. "Dear God let your will be done" I knew it was not God's will but I let myself believe it. I needed this passion and I was going to get it even though I regretted it later.
I pulled Father close and pressed my self against him. He grinned and I kissed him. The wound on his lips from the last time had healed but now he wasn't leaving with any wound. He was leaving with victory.
I pulled off his shirt and dragged his trousers down like a wild dog. I longed to have the bulge underneath him inside me because it felt proper to be there,it was the first one to ever get there,it belonged there,there was its home and it had no other place to go. My thoughts where that of a possessed witched and when father finally entered me,I felt the world spin around me.
I always call God to be with everything I do and this was no exception. I don't know if I was calling on God to join me in grinding my own Father or maybe I was reminding him to punish me later,I just kept calling him. It felt good and it felt right. Every movement Father made was my idea. When he touched my breast, I led his hands. When he pulled away I pulled them back.
This was no rape,this was me being stupid but it made me feel better and successful
Please don't call me a fool cause I know I am.

lumzybo:
@ froZenFirenaija, are u telling us that u can't distinguish btw ur parents' voice?

I don't quite agree with the last line of ur post.

I think the question to ur ans is the next episode i just updated

of course you know you're a fool we don't need to call you that

Feyikemi12 u mean Rhoda before ni kiniyen tin dun mo ni

Episode 30
The sheets were scattered around the room from the hot romance with Father. Regrets hung around the room like filthy cobwebs from a giant spider but I ignored it even though my heart was beating faster than that of an athlete after running a long race,I could heart it like the tick-tock of a old granny wall clock but maybe I did run a race,the race of doom because of pleasure.
But this pleasure wasnt five minutes like people would think. This one lasted almost an hour and trust me,I give Father the credit. He was far better than a striker!
He knew my likes and dislikes. Where was appropriate and where was dirty. He was very inventive and each thrust had taken me beyond limelight.I could swear I saw Jesus at the right hand of God and maybe my forefathers! I'm still wondering how I can sound like this in my head because sister you would think am a freak after all you haven't been with my Father. That was why Mother wanted him forever too. There is nothing like a good straff.
"If you can't beat them you join" you remember how we try to fight against our feelings because they were towards the wrong people? I knew Father and I had a connection. He defiled me first and if that doesn't sound like love to you,what more can I say.
I stretched my hands to my front to feel his hard body and maybe listen to his pulse but I only felt the soft of the blankets and the sound of my cell phone broke the silence.
Father wasn't in the room,the clever man had gotten what he wanted and now I know he wouldn't leave until he has more and more and more but I wouldn't mind more.
I was frustrated with everything and if everyone wanted to keep playing a dangerous game on my life,I'll lack fun in my life unless I joined them.
I picked up the phone half praying it wasn't Kwame. I couldn't handle talking to him after I just had sex with someone else. I was literally single so being with father wasn't cheating but I felt guilty in my heart. If I was able to fall for Father one more time why couldn't I fall for Kwame a second?
I knew I was being unfair. Who hasnt life been unfair too? Life was never fair and when I fell in love with Kwame I thought things would be different but then it wasn't. He had cheated.
"Hello?"
"I'm I speaking to Miss Rhoda?" The voice was that of a man and if I read his voice well,the news he was about to break was not a good one. I was scared. I am miss Rhoda when you want to tell me a good thing but this? Who even called me by my English name?
"Miss Rhoda, I got this number from your sister's mobile phone. She has been in a terrible accident"

Me looking Rhoda like

Episode 31
Depression, weariness and anxiety floated around the hospital like helium balloons except there weren't visible but I could feel it.
You know how general hospitals are. The aura was different shades of blue,blue represents sadness and Marine for intense pain. The man sitted at the reception with his hands on his downcast head had a obvious shade of rainbow colours representing his confusion. He looked trouble when he looked up,I looked away. Wat did I not know about auras?
What I didn't know was why the doctor had mentioned my sister was in a very terrible accident when all I saw was a small lump on her forehead which was sure to go do down after two days. She had concussion but that only lasts an hour or three depending on how she handled the shock of the accident. She was sure to be fine in the next thirty minutes and go back home to a unpeaceful sleep due to body aches and she could beat that with a body massage and hot sweetened tea.
The only person who wouldn't be fine was the ten years old boy she had knocked down with her car. He laid in his bed still unconscious though his breathing against the artificial oxygen on his nose was slow and heavy. The doctor explained that the accident had fractured his ribs and he was bleeding internally,his knee caps had dislocated and he had several bruises on his body that required patching up.
The doctor said his case was critical and wasn't optimistic about his survival. The blow was hard, he didn't stand a chance.
He also explained that the test carried out on my sister detected that she was driving under the influence of alcohol. She was dead drunk and they had given her an injection to neutralize the alcohol in her system. This was a serious offence.
My sister could go to prison.

Episode 32
I walked around the lobby looking at the miserable souls lying around waiting for treatment or supporting their loved ones to respond to treatments. The hospital has always been the place with the most prayers and not the church.
My eyes roamed around the room and I noticed a young man with a broken right leg covered in a long wrapp of Plaster of Paris. He smelt like chlorine and what did chlorine smell like? Yes, concentrated urine! Just as I concluded I saw a paint container by his worn out mattress but it wasn't paint that filled it,it was a yellowish liquid .Of course I was correct, he couldn't possibly stand up to use the toilet everytime so he had to do it by his bed. He lifted his gaze and our eyes locked. He was pale and his lips were dry and scaly. Pity washed over my body and goose bumps arranged on my skin like tiny droplets of water after a shower. I looked away,I didn't want to remember.
I walked hurriedly back to my sisters Ward,I couldn't bear seeing anymore desperate-for-miracle face my heart was pounding faster and my head was spinning. I paused and rested on the walls of the hospital. I was weak and my legs ached to go elsewhere. I hated hospitals.
Suddenly, nurses began to swim around the lobby,shouting orders and informing other nurses on duty to call one Dr Hakeem. I leaned forward to have a good view of the cause of the pandemonium.
Two matrons were pushing a stretcher towards the emergency unit. I saw a hand dangling by the stretcher and became more interested in the condition of the patient. The stretcher passed by me and I got a clear view of the lady, she had a very deep cut on her forehead and a piece of broken bottle was still stuck in between her flesh and the blood that had covered her face, she had another ugly cut on her cheek that sliced down to the edge of her lips, her fingers were prickled with glass and little droplets of blood trickled down to each nail and down her waist line,her obviously white flannel skirt was now a shade of blood red and black.
It was a horrible sight. The stretcher was wheeled away as fast as was safe for the health of the little fated patient. My mouth was still ajar,my perspiration heightened and my migraines were at its peak. I fell on my knees then slowly landed on my chest. My head hit the floor in a painful thudd.
A nurse ran towards me and people began to gather and stare. I squeezed my eyes to savour the pain of the fall and when I opened them again. The nurse was mother, the onlookers weren't there anymore.
And the hospital was home.

Weldne Sis.

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Boi !!! Lots of talent in dis Country ... Bigups Frozen

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