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CHAPTER EIGHT

Twelve years later, twenty-three-year-old Edua Imasogie sat in the black Lexus jeep while her lover made several calls on his iPhone. She looked out of the slightly opened window. Her well made up fair face had a resemblance with that of a Barbie doll. She brushed a strand of the brown and gold curly waist length Brazilian hair away from her line of sight.

“Where do I take you to for dinner?” Alhaji Bature ended his call and placed a hand on her lap.

She turned her head, then smiled at him, “I don’t know darling. I am not familiar with this area.”

He nodded with understanding. He had no knowledge of the area too. It was his Estate agent that brought them to the place. He needed plots of land to build a massive Shopping Complex.

“Let’s get back to the major road. I think we will be able to find a place to eat.”

She shrugged and looked out of the window, consumed by distant memories. She remembered leaving home at sixteen to the dismay of her mother, but, the inability to fend for herself made her return to the witch. She got admission into the University of Lagos at seventeen, lived a wild life, while she did one or two jobs for her mother once in a month. She ran her own games, pimping female students to the likes of Alhaji Musa and his cohorts. She made a lot of money. She rented a two-bedroom flat off campus, bought a car and lived large. She became known by the name ‘Beauty’ by her clients and the money bags she did business with. She graduated, served and returned to Lagos after her service year. She still worked for her mother once in a while, but, she was more than in control of her own life.

Alhaji Bature parked the car at the side of the road and alighted. He opened the bonnet and was soon covered up in smoke. He backed away from the vehicle, coughing and coughing. Edua opened the door and stepped out. She walked towards her lover, black high heeled sandals hitting the dusty road in smooth stride, light skinned glowing long legs favouring a white bum short with silver glittering beads all over the cotton material. The silver sequins black tube blouse barely covered her heavy creamy bosom.

Several car drivers honked as they drove past. Alhaji Bature grinned with relish. He liked the way his lover was causing a commotion on the highway. Although he hoped the distracted drivers won’t end up in a ghastly accident. He raised his head and noticed the huge green road sign-post a mile away. They were on Ikorodu road and very close to Anthony village. He stopped a few male passers-by he saw and paid them to push the car till they got to Anthony village.

He hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to head to the same area. He signaled to his lover, they climbed into the vehicle and he apologized for all the inconveniences. The taxi driver parked in front of the first mechanic shop he saw. Alhaji Bature climbed out and waited for the men pushing his car. They were far down the narrow road.

The owner of the mechanic shop hurried to meet the Alhaji. He summoned some of his apprentices and instructed them to assist in getting the car to the shop. Three of his boys ran off to join the men pushing the car. When the car arrived, they started work on it immediately.
Alhaji Bature and his lover were offered seats under the mango tree outside the mechanic shop. All eyes were on Edua.

“I have to go.”

She frowned and eyed him.

“I am needed at the bank. My loan has been approved. I need to take a cab back to the Island. I am so sorry. I will make it up to you.”

“Great,” she folded her arms across her chest.

“They will be done with the car soon. I will join you at home once I am done at the bank.”

“I am too tired and stressed up to drive,” she complained.

“Okay, I will ask the mechanic to drop you at home.”

“Whatever…”

“I have transferred some money to your account. See you soon,” he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. He got up and began to walk towards the narrow road.

Edua hissed and glanced at her silver plated wrist watch. It was past three. She couldn’t believe she had wasted a whole day with Alhaji Bature.
She brought out her Blackberry Passport from her silver hand bag and dialed a friend’s number.

“Hello, Bimbo, are you home?”

“Yea, what’s up?”

“Messy day. You won’t believe where I am.”

“Ehya… do you want to come over?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, my crew and I are heading to the Galleria, why don’t you meet us there?”

“Sounds good. See you soon,” she dropped the phone in the bag and sighed heavily.

She was upset that her lover abandoned her at a motor mechanic shop. The place was disgustingly dirty and it oozed a foul smell.

“Excuse me.”

She turned and lifted up her light brown eyes to meet gentle dark brown ones. They belonged to a tall brown skin apprentice in a khaki shorts and dirty black short sleeve tee-shirt. Despite his rugged appearance, he was easy on the eyes.

“My boss wants to know what you will like to drink.”

His clear grammatical accent surprised her. She thought all motor mechanics were illiterates.

“I am okay, thank you,” she smiled.

“We insist,” he smiled back at her.

She laughed lightly, “Okay, a cold drink will do.”

“Soft drink, malt or fruit juice?”

She bent her head sideways, “Hmmm… fruit juice.”

“What brand?”

She rolled her eyes, “Funman.”

“Gotcha,” he winked at her and stepped away.

She chuckled and shook her head in wonder. He returned a few minutes later with a pack of Funman fruit juice and a small box of chocolate cupcakes.

“Thank you,” she was impressed.

“Enjoy.”

She smiled and looked back at him. She noticed that he wasn’t ready to leave.

“My name is Edet Udeme. I am twenty-eight, a university drop out due to lack of funds. I have a diploma in Desktop Publishing and I work here as a motor mechanic. I used to be an apprentice, but, now, I am a staff.”

She blinked, amazed at his boldness.

“I have done my fair share of hunting for white collar jobs, but, I hope to establish a renowned Motor Mechanic Shop here in Lagos, a place
where the money bags will feel comfortable to bring their cars. When that happens, I want you by my side as my wife and the mother of my children.”

She started to laugh. She had never been approached by a commoner before. His audacity was something else. She had dined with the high and mighty in the society, warmed the beds of Kings, dated Senators, Governors and dozens of money bags. The least amongst them owned a luxury house in every major city in the country. The mechanic was definitely out of his mind. She was out of his league. Maybe in another life, roles reversed, she might have found him attractive enough to go out with.

“I am also a born-again Christian. I believe that you are not beyond redemption. I will be praying for your salvation and deliverance. I will wait for as long as it takes, until you are mine,” he winked at her.

“My God, you are bold,” she sized him up.

“Traits of the King of Kings.”

“I see. You are at the bottom of the food chain when it comes to the kind of men I go out with.”

He smiled, eyes glowing with excitement, “The first few moments I laid my eyes on you when you arrived, I could tell that you are the one that I am going to spend the rest of my life with.”

She laughed loudly, “You do live in a dream world, don’t you?”

“This is not dream. This is reality.”

She opened the pack of fruit juice and took a sip. The sweet chilled drink soothed her dry throat.

“What’s the name?” he placed both hands on his hips.

“Beauty.”

“Yeah, I know that you are beautiful, breathtakingly so, but, what is your real name?”

She raised an eyebrow, “My name is Beauty.”

“Are you telling me that your mum and dad named you Beauty?”

She shrugged and opened the box of cakes.

“Do you mean that on your birth certificate, it says that your name is ‘Beauty’?”

She chuckled. “Fine, my name is Edua Imasogie.”

“Ah-ha!”

She laughed loudly.

“Nice to meet you Edua…”

She stared back at him. Their gazes locked and held. The light in his eyes seemed to flood every core of her being.

“Edet!” his boss roared, “Get back here and stop flirting with another man’s property.”

Everyone in the shop began to laugh hysterically.

“Got to go, see you soon,” he took a bow and backed away.

She smiled and began to eat the cakes, one after the other. About two hours later, the owner of the mechanic shop ushered her into the repaired vehicle. Edet came to stand by the window.

“I will be praying for you every single day.”

She eyed him, “Don’t waste your time.”

“I will be waiting for you. My love for you is endless.”

“Love?”

“Yes, Princess. We will meet again sooner than you think.”

The vehicle started to move. He stepped away and waved. Edua watched him through the window. The only person aside her mother who called her ‘Princess’ was her late father. She missed him immensely. Memories flooded her mind.

Xxxxxx

Standing outside, the Silverbird Galleria, Edua brought out her phone from her bag and called her friend.

“Hello.”

“Hello Bimbo, where are you? I am outside.”

“We are at the ticket stand.”

“Okay. I am on my way up.”

She walked into the building and made her way to the elevator. She felt the vibration of her phone in the bag. She halted, brought it out and picked the call.

“Hello.”

“Where are you?”

She recognized her mother’s voice. She hissed. “I am on the island.”

“Come home. We have a business transaction.”

Edua rolled her eyes. “I will come over tonight.”

“No, come now. This is very urgent.”

When it came to money, the woman didn’t care about any other thing. She had learnt that over the years. The woman she called mother had
done quite well for herself. She lived in Victoria Garden City, controlled six butiks in different parts of Lagos and drove the best cars money could buy. She also had an underground business where she pimped out girls between the age of eight and eighteen to anyone who could afford to pay the exorbitant price tags. She no longer worked for her mother, although occasionally, she accepted deals, especially when the clients asked for her specifically.

“Eighty-twenty.”

“Eighty what?! Are you crazy or something? These are my clients.”

“Fine, get someone else.”

“I can’t. You are the one they want.”

She heard the irritation in her mother’s voice. “Seventy-thirty.”

“No way! Fifty-fifty.”

“No deal.”

“Come on Beauty. I need the money more than you do.”

“Then do the job yourself.”

“Okay, okay, Sixty-forty.”

“Not acceptable, sixty-five, thirty-five.”

“Fine! Come over.”

“I will come after I have gotten the alert.”

“Why are you this difficult?!”

“Once bitten, twice shy.”

“Fine, I will send the money to your account right away.”

“Good,” she hung up and dropped the phone in her bag. Her relationship with her mother had died a natural death. She was unable to move past
what the woman put her through all in the name of paying the bills. She might never forgive her, till death do them part.

Edua turned around and walked towards the exit. She wished she had insisted on driving her own car when her lover showed up at her place that morning. She stopped a taxi and got in. She dictated the address of her mother’s house to the driver and rested her aching head on the leather seat of the vehicle. She brought out her phone for her bag and discovered that she had an alert. The amount she had been sent was in six figures. She dropped the phone in her bag and closed her eyes.

Over years, several men had tried to make her their permanent mistress. She always turned them down. She didn’t want to be caged in an ivory tower, locked away like some animal, satisfying the pleasure of just one man, and most times, his friends too. She loved her freedom. It was one of the reasons why she dated the likes of Alhaji Bature. He worshipped the ground she worked on and gave her everything she ever wanted. He didn’t mind sharing her with other men. There was a time he wanted to make her his eight wife, but, she declined. If she ever wanted to settle down, it would be to one man and she would be his only wife.

She sighed heavily. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing her mother. She rarely visited her. She turned her head, opened her eyes and gazed through the closed window.

The story continues....

akon5002:
This is my first time of commenting on any topic whatsoever on nairaland, I can see everyone condemning Adesua's selfish and greedy acts toward Edua, her daughter. The bible said "the heart of man is desperately wicked, who can know it". Shewrites, I can only commend you for a job well done so far. Keep the fire burning!

*hugs*

veenessha:
Adesua because you want to climb the social ladder quickly and easily must you use your daughter, did your parents do it you? I won't be surprised if you start up your very own brothel. Shewrites nice story, you deserve an award. More data to your phone.

Thanks sweets

vivienD:
U don't know how far u can go until u r pushed... Adesua v been pushed so far by the hands of poverty and greed..Poverty was when she wanted to pay the rent and enroll her child in a sec sch..Greed was when she wanted her shop to be bigger than the neighbour's own.. Shewrites plss more update

Oliver-twisting

cbella:
Lol! Pearl05 and Gloryejims, if you two don't come back, we aren't starting anytime soon with my stuff ooo.

Honestly these stuffs are real sometimes, if you haven't heard some before I think it's right in front of you girls.....

It needs to be written about.

Shewrites, carry on! More grease.

Thanks

crislyn:
This nightmare is too much na, when will it end.
SheWrite my boo that never disappoints, wehdone ma.

Thanks dearie

Oyinprince:
Next time, make your findings before you come to spew out nonsense. Apart from crediting them, I never paste their stories without them permitting it.

The person you mentioned is my friend, we talk frequently on WhatsApp and she even shared with me the plan she has for her ongoing story.
Why should I steal people's work when my own work pulls over 70% of the traffic on my site?
Next time, make sure you reason before making comments.

He speakes the truth. Oyinprince is my friend. i gave him permission to post my work on his website.

Rajosh:
yeah I really enjoyed the story. I'm looking forward to your other works.

go to my profile.

All my works are there.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Adesua stirred the vegetable soup in the pot with a wooden spoon. She tasted it and nodded her head in approval. She switched off the table-top two burner gas cooker and turned on the electric kettle. She dipped a bowl into the bucket of water beside the sink and poured it into the kettle. She closed the lid and waited for it to boil. The corner of her eye caught the image of her daughter at the doorway.

“You are awake. Lunch is almost ready,” she broke into a smile.

Edua glared at her mother. She remembered being carried out of the room in the guest house the other night and placed at the back seat of a cab. Her encounter with the strange men left her bruised inside out. Her mother made her to swallow some pain relieving tablets when they got home. She slept off almost immediately and by the time she woke up, it was noon already.

“Why?” her angry light brown eyes were fixed on her mother’s confused face.

Adesua stared back at the girl. Her facial expression spoke volumes. She could perceive her state of mind.

“Why did you leave me alone in that room?”

She turned away and switched off the electric kettle. She poured the hot water into a bowl and brought out the container she kept cassava flakes. She spread several handful of the cassava flakes into the bowl and stirred with a short wooden stick.

“Why do you keep leaving me at the mercy of men who are old enough to be my father?” tears gathered in her sad eyes.

She raised her head and eyed the girl, “Do not bring your father into this.”

“Why not?” she stepped into the kitchen, “If he was alive, those men won’t have been able to lay their dirty fingers on me.”

Adesua hissed and continued to turn the molten mixture.

“Why are you doing this to me? What kind of mother puts her only child in harm’s way?”

“Edua out!” she pointed at the doorway. The girl’s words were beginning to get to her. She was doing the best she could to provide for them.

“Why are you selling me off to strange men? When did you become a love-vendor?”

The tears that covered the girl’s face made her chest to tighten in pain. “That’s enough!”

“I hate you…” came the bitter whisper.

Adesua gasped in shock.

“I will hate you till my dying day!” she yelled at her mother.

She dropped the short wooden stick and faced the girl. “Did you think I had a choice? Did my shop drop from the sky? Did I pluck the money I used to pay for your school fees on the tree?” she approached her sad looking daughter. “The food you eat, the clothes you wear, where did you think it all came from?” she stood a foot away from the eleven-year-old.

“Why aren’t you working?”

Adesua started to laugh, “You have no idea what the labour market is like.”

“And you think prostituting me is a better option?” she eyed her.

“No, but, you see… it is not like that…” she tried to find words to explain her actions.

“Shame on you,” Edua said through gritted teeth. It hurts that the woman she called mother wasn’t even remorseful.

Her brows knitted in an angry frown, “How dare you?!”

“You don’t deserve to be called a mother.”

Adesua hit the girl across the face. She watched her stagger backwards. “Don’t you ever in your life speak to me that way ever again!”

Edua steadied herself, hand on the side of her face. “I hate you!” she turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

She placed both hands on her braided hair and sighed heavily. The girl didn’t understand. She had no choice. She sighed again, dropped her hands and dished her food. She placed the plates of garri and vegetable soup on a tray, carried it out of the kitchen, into the sitting room and set it on a small stool in front of a chair. She sat down and began to eat. It upset her that her daughter hated her. She shook the thoughts off and concentrated on better plans.

She was going to expand her shop and buy more goods. She made a mental note to take her daughter to see a doctor the following week. They needed to take precautions so that she doesn’t get pregnant or get infected with STDs. She would also start to demand health status reports from future clients. It was better to be safe than sorry. She reasoned that the girl needed to show gratitude. The girl should be grateful that she didn’t abandon her. She cursed her in-laws who started it all.

Xxxxxx

Alhaji Musa and Mustapha got out of the white Hummer jeep and walked into the shop. Adesua beamed when she saw them. She arranged chairs for them to sit and instructed one of her sales to go buy some drinks.

“Alhaji, is this your face?” she took a seat beside them.

“Yes, it is. You are looking good,” Alhaji Musa winked at her.

The sales girl returned, placed a stool in front of the men and set a tray on it. She arranged the alcoholics drinks, opened them and left them.

“This is very cold,” Mustapha took a long sip of his drink.

“A soothing comfort under this hot weather,” Alhaji Musa added.

Both men roared in laughter. Adesua watched them and grinned. When her former landlord called to tell her that he needed to see her that afternoon, she had been excited because she knew that it would involve money. She needed funds to do a lot of things.

“Let’s talk business,” he placed the half empty bottle on the tray, “A friend of mine is celebrating his birthday this weekend and, I want to do
something special for him,” Alhaji Musa winked at her.

“Okay,” Adesua listened with rapt attention.

“He is interested in tasting fresh lambs, but, he isn’t bold enough to hunt for his heart’s desire.”

She nodded, “How do I come in?”

“We are going to surprise him. I will send a car to pick you and the merchandise up. We will take it from there.”

“Okay,” she began to dream of the amount they would pay her.

“I can’t wait to see the look in his eyes when he sees her naked, covered up in vanilla cream and cholate spread,” Mustapha’s dark eyes twinkled.

“Yes, yes…” he nodded at his friend, then turned to his former tenant, “The man is very rich and he will pay you handsomely.”

“Okay then. We will be ready,” she assured him.

“Business woman, that’s why I like you,” Alhaji Musa placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

“Who doesn’t need money in this country?” she eyed him.

“We all do,” Mustapha emptied his bottle.

“Some more than others,” Alhaji Musa winked at her.

“Story,” she leaned against the plastic chair.

The men started to laugh again.

Xxxxxx

Edua sat on a stool in the bathroom washing her school uniforms and other clothes. She had been giving her mother the silent treatment since the night she left her in the motel room with the strange men. She spoke in mono-syllables whenever she was asked a question, she kept to herself and seldom eat the woman’s food. She was ready to live on indomie, eggs and geisha for as long as she could. She had not been able to come to terms with her mother’s decision to sacrifice her body for money. If the woman wanted to sleep around. Fine! She wouldn’t judge her. But, she had no right to give her away to men old enough to be her grand-father in exchange of money. Her mother now has a bigger shop, more goods, there was an increase in the daily patronage. She had also bought a car. They were living comfortably. But, all at the expense of her innocence. She made up her mind to move out as soon as she completed her Secondary school education. She would live far away from her mother and be in charge of her own life.

“Come out of that place and get dressed.”

She heard her mother’s voice before she saw her standing by the door, clad in a silver lace attire, in a skirt and blouse style. She had on silver jewelry, pencil heeled peep-toe shoes and hand-bag. Her silky jet black Brazilian hair was styled ‘all-back’ and its length was a little above the waist line.

“Am I am speaking to a mute?!” Adesua’s hazel eyes flashed with anger. She sized the girl up, irritated by her reluctance to get up. Gone were the days the girl followed her every instruction. But, now, she was full of questions and acted in defiance.

“Where are we going?” she looked her up and down.

“Stop asking me stupid questions!” she suppressed the urge to slap the girl.

“I am not going anywhere with you,” she dipped her hands into the basin.

Her brain began to boil, “Is something wrong with you?”

“I have an assignment. I am submitting it on Monday. I am going to the Library to search for the textbooks I need to complete the assignment,” she squeezed the cloth in her hand.

“What happened to all the books I bought for you this term?” Adesua eyed her.

“The teacher recommended the old edition of these textbooks. I don’t have it. I need to get to the library once I am done washing my clothes,” she raised her head and met her mother’s impatient stare.

“We can stop by a few bookstores on our way. We will buy whatever book you need,” she glanced at her silver plated wrist-watch.

“I checked several bookstores in this area yesterday. They don’t have. I also tried those ones in Tejuosho and Yaba markets. My best bet is the library,” Edua insisted.

Adesua hissed again. “Go in there and changed into something… one of those pleated V-neck dresses I brought home from the shop will do.”

She picked another cloth and began to wash, “Where are we going? What’s more important than my education?” she looked her mother in the eye.

Adesua pulled off one of her shoes and hurled it at the girl. Edua jumped to her feet quickly, dodging the flying shoe.

“Do not make me descend on you this afternoon!”

Edua eyed the woman she called mother.

“You have five minutes to get ready. Meet me outside,” she limped into the bathroom, retrieved the shoe, put it back on and walked out.

Edua gritted her teeth. She couldn’t understand why she must be dragged along everywhere the woman went. Her mother partied almost every weekend. Due to her growing business, she met a lot of people and she was always attending one function or the other. It annoyed her that she didn’t have a say. It didn’t matter if she wanted to come along or stay back at home. She wished she would grow over night and move out.

Xxxxxx

Adesua and her daughter arrived at the birthday party of a sixty-year-old man. His family and friends were gathered together in a hotel hall to celebrate with him. There were all sorts of food being served by three different caterers, variety of fruit juices and alcoholic drinks littered every table in the hall. Trays of small chops, pastries, cakes and mouth-watering deserts were passed around by the youthful looking waiters and waitresses.

Edua sat beside her mother at a table for twelve. She was still fuming. It would be hard to complete her assignment that night. They rarely attended church on Sundays, except there was a baby dedication or some sort of ceremony organized by any of her mother’s customers. Even if she woke up early that Sunday, where was she going to get the books she needed? She bit at her lower lip and collected one of the chapman drinks served by a waiter at their table. She took a long sip and sighed heavily. Maybe she might call some of her classmates and find out if they had been successful in getting the textbooks. The class captain of her class lived in Tejuosho. She planned to call him when they get home that night. She might send a text first. She would go to his place on Sunday afternoon. She was sure he would be willing to lend her his books. He was one of the students that had been nice to her since she got admitted into the school.

Adesua watched her daughter closely. She smiled broadly when the girl began to bob her head. She collected the half-empty glass from her, placed it on the table, and got up, pulling the girl after her.

“I feel… dizzy,” Edua yawned loudly.

“I know, come with me,” she led her gently out of the hall, towards the elevator.

On the sixth floor, Adesua led her daughter out of the elevator, down the hallway, and stopped outside a room. She knocked quickly and waited.

A dark skinned plump looking woman in her late forties opened the door and let them in.

“I have been waiting for you.”

“I know, help me with her.”

They carried her towards the bed, made her to lay down on her back and began to pull off her dress, shoes and jewelry. Edua tried to get up when she felt the cold white and brown thick substance poured all over her body. Her bones felt so weak. She slumped back on the bed and licked some of the substance on her shoulder. It tasted like vanilla and chocolate ice-cream. She turned her head and saw her mother heading towards the door with her dress and shoes in her hand.

“Mummy!”

The woman ignored her, opened the door and walked out.

Her heart beat accelerated. Where was she? Why does she feel dizzy and weakened? She tried to lift her weight, but, couldn’t.

“Now you are ready,” the dark skinned woman looked down at her.

Edua stared back at the woman. Ready for what? What was she talking about? Where did her mother go to?

The woman headed out and shut the door behind her. In less than a minute, a group of men came into the room, singing the ‘happy birthday song’ to the blindfolded celebrant. Her heart summersaulted when she recognized Alhaji Musa and his friend Mustapha amongst the men that surrounded the celebrant. Several thoughts ran through her mind. It dawned on her that her mother had sold her out again. Tears stung her eyes.

The celebrant removed the blindfold and when he saw her, he screamed in excitement. Alhaji Musa and the others wished him a very pleasurable birthday and left the room. The sixty-year-old man approached the bed, eyes glowing with lust. He got out of his clothes in a hurry and joined her on the bed.

“You are the best birthday gift ever,” he leaned over her and began to lick her all up.

Edua began to whimper. When was her nightmare going to end? When would her mother’s greed for money be satisfied?

About an hour and half later, Alhaji Musa and Mustapha came in when the birthday celebrant left.

“You have made the celebrant very happy,” Mustapha sat at the bedside, staring at her and licking his lips hungrily.

“Your mother is going to be well rewarded,” Alhaji Musa began to pull off his clothes.

“We must also partake of the pleasure…” Mustapha began to laugh.

Edua began to cry again. She wished death would come and take her away. What had her mother gotten her into?

About two hours later, Alhaji Musa and Mustapha left. Edua sat up, whatever she had been drugged with was beginning to wear off. Where was her mother? She wanted to go home.

Five strange men came in. The way they looked at her made her discern their intent. Fear gripped her. How was she going to get away from them? Where was her mother?

“Please…” she tried to speak. Her throat felt patched and her eyes burned due to excessive crying.

Like a predator after a prey, they approached the bed.

Olabantu:
Mama, Dinner time don pass na

The update didn't post... network issues

I will sort it our after church service.

Rajosh:
fiction plus true life? Please tell me this child molestation part is fiction. Please! I almost cried reading that part.

I've had this story on my followed topics since. I just started reading it today. @ Shewrites you're very good. I love Repogirl, Princessa, Bukkydan. Now I love you too. God bless you.

*hugs*

Happy weekend everyone.

Update resumes before dinner time.

Enjoy.

honourable356:
Smiles.... You shouldn't think that way... it is also annoying.

OK see...

Some have already written the story somewhere (hard copy)... now transferring by typing a chapter or episode of the said hardcopy here on nairaland regular everyday is an uphill task itself. It is not that easy as you made it sound and I doubt if you would be able to update regularly even if you were give that very hard copy to type here everyday for the entertainment of your audience ...I can only believe that you can do it if and ONLY if you have absolutely nothing else doing that may need your urgent attention.

In other case, Some don't even have any hard-copy, they just type the story on a daily basis when inspiration comes or you motivate them...

What I am saying is, writing is not as easy as most writer would make alot of audience believe. It could drain one physically,emotionally and even mentally too.. it could takes months and even years to finish a particular story in some cases...

Games of throne... wonder how long it took the writer to write the story down??

Wonder how long they are still acting the film.

Be patient.. for nothing good comes easy.
Whether she finish it or not, she still deserve an applause so far.

Give me something about the story so far let's talk about it while we wait for new update!

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MZmitchelle:
Shewrites, nice one. Someone is posting Bukky Alakara on Facebook

It is well.

honourable356:
First let me look at the writer... never came across herhere on nairaland nor any of her story until I stumbled upon this one today...and word fails me.

As the name implies, indeed shewrites.

This is the first story about the wickedness, evil, and greed of a human that I have read or watch order than the exploit of patience ozokwor that undoubtedly strike a nerve.

Smh...
A literacy giant in the making no doubt.
Shewrites indeed.

A 10-12 years old girl being mauled sexually by FOUR overblown adults with the full consent of her mother.. her BIOLOGICAL mother....and even more disgustingly these adults took great delight in doing this...

sigh**Poverty is indeed a terrible disease.
But was there an option? Even the smallest one?? certainly they was!!
She could have drop her kid at her parents place in Benin and hustle on her on if she doesn't want to go back to her parent house.

Greedy.... Oh greedy... or was it jealousy or the love of money?? The second attempt was completely avoidable because she now has a shop of her own and could afford three square meal daily but she choose to be greedy and I think that is where the "fiction" came to play.

In the face of justice, I have just one verdict:
This is Child Abuse...
This unacceptable...
This is a crime against minor..

And..

Such a mother deserve to have her child taken away from her for good.


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More inspiration!!!

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Adesina12:
SheWrites!!!!
This is child abuse and if you don't stop it you may be arrested
Well done ma'am
Sweetest popcorn for you

I will drink hollandia yoghurt too

CHAPTER SIX

Adesua sat on a plastic chair outside her shop, watching people come and go, pricing, buying and arguing over purchases. She made a lot of profit that morning when people patronized her, yet, she hoped for more sales that day. There was a very big shop on the same line with her own. It was thrice the size of her shop. The owner sold children wears and toys. The woman had patronage from the early hours of the morning till late in the evening. Her shop was always full. She hoped her shop would be bigger someday. She remembered her butiks in Abuja. She sold quality ladies and men’s wears which she imported from Europe. She was patronized by the high and mighty in the society back then. How she wished things could go back to the way they were. She glanced back at her ten by twelve feet shop with disdain. It was below her status. She cursed her in-laws under her breath. She was hopeful. She believed that things would turn around soon. When she regained her prestige and fame, she would make her friends pay for how they treated her. She felt the vibration of her phone and brought it out of her bag. It was an unknown number. Maybe it was one of her new customers. She pressed the answer button on the phone.

“Hello…”

“Hello madam.”

She heard a male voice. She didn’t recognize it. “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon to you too. My name is Gbadamosi Hanson.”

Her hazel eyes darted left then right. The name wasn’t familiar.

“Alhaji Musa Sherrif gave me your number.”

Her smiling countenance turned pale. She had not held from her former landlord since she moved out of his house. Why was he giving out her number to every Tom, Dick and Harry?

“I see.”

“Madam, I am interested in the business arrangement you had with Alhaji and his friends.”

Fear took over her face. Her heart beat accelerated. She cursed her former landlord under her breath. She couldn’t believe that the old goat had started telling people what transpired between them.

“I… I don’t know what you are talking about…”

“Calm down madam. I am ready to pay double the amount that they offered.”

Irritation crawled all over her. She was becoming aware that a lot of pedophiles were living among sane people in the society.

“My friend and I are ready to pay you eight hundred thousand naira for an evening with your daughter.”

The thought of having that kind of money in her possession twisted her greedy mind. But, then, she remembered what the girl went through after the incident with Alhaji and his friends. The nightmares faded with time, but, their cordial relationship suffered a major blow. There were times she felt hatred oozing out of the girl. She closed her eyes and opened them. She wasn’t ready to put her daughter through hell again.

“Madam, we will pay a hundred thousand naira into your account today for logistics and give you the eight hundred thousand naira when we meet. Alhaji Musa gave me your account number. I will pay in the money right away.”

“Look here mister, my daughter is not a prostitute.”

“Of course she isn’t. She is a rare gem. She is very special and we want to partake. I will text you the meeting address. See you both soon.”

The line went static. Adesua stared at her phone in disbelief torn between fear and greed.

Xxxxxx

Eleven-year-old Edua strode into her mother’s shop. She walked to the shop from school every day. The distance between the shop and the school was pretty close. At about six and sometimes seven in the evening, they board a bus or take a bike home. She kept a change of clothes in her school bag. Most times, she wished she could shower before changing into mufti, but, the shop didn’t have a restroom. Every shop owner in the building shared the public toilets built behind the three story building. She rarely used the place and wouldn’t dream of taking a bath in there.

“Have you had lunch?”

She nodded her head and stared back at her mother who was seated on a plastic chair close to the door.

“Your school sent a text message that there is a public holiday tomorrow.”

Edua smiled. She loved any type of holiday. “Yes, tomorrow and Monday. I will have enough time to prepare for my Math’s test.”

“Okay…” Adesua turned away. She had just gotten a bank alert. Alhaji’s friend had paid in the sum of a hundred thousand naira into her account.
The thought of having an extra eight hundred-thousand-naira cash in her hands made her head swell. There was so much she could do with the money. She needed to expand her shop asap. It was a good thing that there was going to be a holiday the next day. Alhaji’s friend wanted to meet with them that evening. Her daughter would have time to recuperate before school resumed on Tuesday. What she was about to do was unthinkable, but, she had no choice. Or does she? They needed the money. She would buy more goods, make more profits, and she would be able to take care of herself and her daughter. They wouldn’t need to rely on anyone ever again for their basic needs. If they were lucky, she might have a million naira in her account before morning. The Alhaji and his friends tipped them handsomely that day. Maybe Mr. Gbadamosi and his friend might also give them a tip. She grinned with delight.

Two young ladies walked in. Adesua got up immediately to attend to them, while Edua went to a corner to pull off her uniform and change into her casual wear.

Xxxxxx

At half past five, Adesua locked the shop and headed to the roadside with her daughter. She hailed a cab and gave the driver the description of the place she was going. They argued over fares for a while. The man declined and drove off. She stopped another cab and went through the same process again. The driver drove off. She cursed him under her breath.

Edua stood by her mother’s side and watched her trying to stop another taxi. The place her mother described to the drivers wasn’t their route. They lived in Surulere, but, her mother was directing the drivers to Gbagada. Who was in Gbagada? Maybe her mother wanted to pay a visit to someone before they head home. She adjusted her school bag and glanced at the oncoming traffic. She hoped they would get home before it grew dark. She wanted to take her bath. She felt very sticky. She was also a little bit hungry.
Adesua beamed with relief when the next cab driver agreed to the price she was willing to pay. She beckoned to her daughter and they climbed into the vehicle.

“Who are we going to meet in Gbagada?”

Adesua glanced at her daughter, “Em…” she turned away, “An acquaintance.”

Edua raised an eyebrow and just stared at her.

“Don’t worry, we will be home before Super Story starts,” she looked out of the window.

Edua sighed with relief and rested against the leather car seat.

Forty-two minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of a guest house. Adesua paid the driver and got down from the cab, her daughter climbed down after her. She followed her mother into the building, wondering what they were doing in such a place. While they waited in the reception area, Edua noticed the glass doors that led to the bar and swimming pool area. The place was filled with men in their forties and above and young ladies in their twenties. Many were seated, eating and drinking. Some were dancing and others were at the pool side.

A tall dark chocolate skin man in his sixties walked up to them. He was putting on a brown and gold coloured Senegalese styled attire. His shoes, wrist-watch and neck chain were glittering. His bald head looked like it had been recently oiled and his protruding tummy was like that of a heavily pregnant woman.

“Adesua, right?” he grinned sheepishly.

She got up immediately, “Yes.”

“I am Gbadamosi Hanson.”

“Oh…” she sized him up again.

“So glad that you could make it,” he shook her hand and looked down at Edua.

“Good evening sir,” she stared back at the man. She didn’t like him. He reminded her of their former landlord.

“She is as beautiful as you are,” he glanced back at Adesua.

“Oh please…” she blushed and looked towards the bar.

“Let’s go meet my friend.”

“Okay,” she signaled to her daughter to get up.

Edua got up reluctantly. They followed the man into the bar and swimming pool area. He led them to a round table by the pool side. An average height, brown skin, potbellied man in a pair of white shorts and black short-sleeve tee-shirt was seated at the table. He got to his feet and shook hands with Adesua.

“Donatus Oyemechi,” he smiled broadly at her.

“Adesua Ayenkegbe,” she returned his smile.

Once they were all seated, Edua noticed the bottles of Whisky and Dry Gin on the table with half-empty bowls of goat meat pepper soup. Gbadamosi signaled to one of the waitresses. She came to their table and asked them what they wanted. Adesua ordered for malt and catfish pepper soup. The young slim dark skinned lady in a white and red blouse and skirt uniform jotted down their order and hurried away.

“Come with me,” she tapped her daughter on the shoulder, “I want to ease myself.”

Edua nodded and got up. She was also feeling pressed.

“We will be right back,” Adesua addressed Gbadamosi and his friend.

“Take your time,” Donatus winked at her.

Adesua and her daughter returned to the reception area.

“I am sure that their toilets will be a mess. I am going to use one of the guest rooms’ toilet.”

Edua raised an eyebrow, “Will they allow you?”

“I don’t mind paying for a room. I am not going near their public toilet,” Adesua approached one of the receptionist and paid for a room.

“Room 46A is on the ground floor,” the lady gave her a key.

“Thank you,” she collected the key and strode down the hallway.

Edua followed her mother and searched for their room. They found it at the end of the hall. Adesua went straight to the toilet, while Edua sat on the bed. The room was spacious. It had a ceiling fan, an air-conditioner, a table top fridge at a corner and a two settee facing a brown wooden wardrobe.

The moment her mother stepped out, she hurried into the restroom. When she came out, she found Gbadamosi and Donatus in the room, seated on the bed, stark naked. Where was her mother?

“Pretty girl, how old are you?” Gbadamosi winked at her.

She eyed him and walked briskly to the door. When she tried to open it, she found out that it was locked. She turned around and glared at the strange.

“I want to leave.”

They exchanged glances and started to laugh.

“You cannot leave this room until we have gotten what we paid for,” Gbadamosi sized her up, “Be a good girl,” he patted the space beside him,

“Come and sit down.”

Edua leaned against the door, heart pounding against her chest rapidly. Where was her mother? Why did she leave her in the room alone with these men? A flash back of the day she was defiled replayed on her fragile mind. She didn’t want a repeat of what she went through that day.

“Pretty girl, come,” Donatus beckoned at her.

Edua shook her head. “I want to go home!”

Gbadamosi got up, marched towards her and pulled her by the hand.

“Leave me alone! Let go!”

“Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you!” his threatening stare remained on her teary face, “It is not even your first time,” he hissed, lifted her and threw her on the bed.

“I will go first,” Donatus climbed the bed and pinned her down.

“Please let me go…” she pleaded. The thought of what they would do to her paralyzed her with fear.

“Don’t worry, I will be gentle,” he held her down with one hand and ripped off her clothes with the other.

Edua turned her head and looked at the other man, he was seated on the only chair in the room. There was no iota of compassion written on his face. She knew there was no way of escape for her. She began to scream at the top of her lungs.

My people, I should have updated before now, but Glo network is showing me pepper.

I will try mtn.

Pls bear with me.

Love yah *hugs*

Happy weekend everyone ...

As Christmas draw closer, I pray that we will all celebrate in Jesus name.

The story continues ...

bemyguest:
What! Adesuwa has become a money ritualist. Haba this height of wickedness. her own daughter anyway thank God its fiction. I cant believe a mother will stand for such to happen to her child.

Fiction plus TRUE life

FortunateB:
I couldn't stop the tears from flowing when reading the last episode, I can't imagine a 15 year old going through such ordeal not to talk of a 10 year old.

The mother is really wicked, using her daughters pride to climb to the top is unacceptable.

Babe u rock, more data to your phone and more wisdom from God Almighty.

*kisses*

CHAPTER FIVE

Ten-year-old Edua sat on the bed and looked around her. Her mother told her that morning that they were going to visit a friend of hers. They left the house after a light breakfast and boarded a taxi at the end of their street. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been in a cab. Gone were the days when she was taken every where she wanted to go in her father’s or mother’s cars. When they arrived at her mother’s friend’s place, she was given a plate of cookies and a glass of fruit juice. While they spoke in low tones, she was asked to wait in the guest room. She placed the plate of cookies and the drink on the bedside table and surveyed the large room. Everything in the room was big. The bed was big, the wardrobe was big, there was a big flat screen television on the wall, a big white refrigerator stood opposite the bed, the air-conditioner was big and the ceiling fan was massive. Her mother’s friend must like big things.

Her mother’s friend came in, smiling. He closed the door and kept on grinning at her. Edua looked at him up and down, wondering why he was just standing there. She glanced towards the closed door. Where was her mother? Was it time to leave? She would rather be home watching her favourite television stations, rather than sit doing nothing.

“You haven’t touched your snack,” he took some steps forward, “You need to eat something, at least, drink the juice,” he walked towards the bed, picked up the glass of fruit juice and passed it to her.

Edua shook her head. She didn’t want anything. She wanted to go home.

“Drink a little,” he urged her.

She eyed the man. Maybe if she took a sip, he would let her be. She collected the glass from him and drank some of the juice. It tasted very sweet. She took a long drink. The chillness of the drink soothed her throat. She drank some more, unable to stop herself. She began to feel dizzy. Her vision became a bit blurred and a sudden weakness slipped into her bones. The glass dropped. The man caught it before it fell on the bed, but, some of the liquid spilled on the bedsheet. Edua fell backwards, her head hit the pillow, the rest of her body remained motionless. She tried to move, but, she felt paralyzed. Fear gripped her heart. What was happening to her?

The man got up and placed the glass on the beside draw. He pulled off his clothes and climbed the bed. He had just twenty minutes before the pill loosens it potency.

“Don’t be afraid. I am not going to hurt you,” he looked into her frightened eyes.

Edua was shocked to see her mother’s friend stark naked. Was he responsible for the way she felt? Did he put something in her drink? What did he want? Why did her mother leave her with him? Where was her mother? Was she in the sitting room?

“Relax, it will be over soon,” he knelt beside her and began to pull at her skirt.

“Mummy!” she looked towards the closed door.

“Sssssh…” the man threw the skirt, blouse and underwear on the floor.

“Mummy!” her teary eyes stayed glued to the door, hopeful that her mother would come to her rescue.

She gasped as his weight crushed her small body. She felt his rough hands on her bosom, pulling and squeezing. Why was he touching her this way? She was but a child. What he was doing was wrong. Where was her mother? Unexpectedly, a sharp pain spread through her nerve cells. She felt him inside her, driving in with force and pulling out the next moment. The continuous in and out motion made the pain unbearable. She couldn’t move. She could only scream and cry. She drifted into unconsciousness. She welcomed the soothing darkness where there was no pain.

Xxxxxx

Edua opened her eyes and found herself in a sitting position, in a bath-tub, naked and dripping wet. She saw her mother leaning over her, crying and dabbing her skin with a towel.

“It will be over soon. We are going to leave soon.”

What was she blabbing about? Were they still in her mother’s friend’s place? She looked into her mother’s eyes in fear.

“I am so sorry princess, oh my baby…” her daughter’s frightened eyes gnawed at her soul. She had almost stopped the whole process when she held the girl screaming. It took all the will power in her not to break down the door and yank her daughter away from her tormentor.

Someone opened the door and peeped, “Is she awake? The others are waiting,” Mustapha looked from mother to daughter.

“What others?” Adesua glanced at him.

“Everyone is here; I think it is better we do what we need to do.”

Her jaw dropped. Four men in one day? Were they crazy? This wasn’t what she agreed to. Her daughter was supposed to see a man per day. But, they wanted to devour her in one day. Was it safe? She was just a child.

“Your money is ready; it is in an envelope on the table in the sitting room.”

She blinked. Eight hundred thousand naira! She would be able to do so many things with the money.

“Mummy…” Edua tugged at her mother’s shoulder.

Adesua wrapped her up with the towel and carried her out of the bath-tub.

“Mummy I want to go home.”

She lifted the girl in her arms and followed Mustapha back to the bedroom. There were three other men in the room. One of them was her landlord and they were all naked. She placed the girl on the bed and walked out.

“Mummy!” Edua watched her leave.

“I will give her some pills, she will be calm and ready in a moment,” Mustapha brought out a syringe from his pocket.

The girl stared at the naked men. They were all grinning at her. She felt like a prey been sized up by a set of predators. Who was going to save her from them? Her mother had abandoned her!

Xxxxxx

Adesua sat on the sofa weeping. What she had been paid for was unthinkable. She couldn’t imagine what her daughter was going through. She sold her daughter to four men for eight hundred thousand naira. How long with it last? She feared for the girl’s emotional and psychological state. Would she ever recover? She placed her hands on her head in shame and guilt. The screams of the girl echoed through the walls. She could feel her heart breaking. She would take the girl’s place in a second, but, the greedy men didn’t want her, they wanted the ten-year-old girl.

She began to strategize in her aching mind. She planned to move out of the Alhaji’s place, rent another apartment far away from his house, enroll her daughter into a secondary school, rent a shop and use the rest of the money to buy goods. She was determined to re-start her sales of clothes business, so that she would be able to take care of herself and her daughter. She hoped to never meet the likes of the Alhaji and his friends ever again.

Two hours later, the door opened. Alhaji Musa and his friends strode out of the room smiling with satisfaction. Adesua got up and ran into the room. She found her daughter on the bed, curled into a ball and bleeding from her private part. She covered her up with the towel on the drawer and carried her. Guilt tugged at her heart, ripping it into shreds. She hoped the girl would find it in her heart to forgive her one day.

“Your daughter was quite a delicacy,” Mustapha flung a wad of notes at her, “That’s an extra two hundred thousand naira,” he winked at her and walked away.

She picked up the money and stuffed it into the envelope with the rest of the cash she had been paid. She held back the tears threatening to blind her, pulled her weight up and carried her daughter in her arms, out of the room. She left the house without looking back, holding unto the large envelope. She doubted if the one million naira was worth what her child went through that day.

Xxxxxx

Edua sat under the mango tree, eating her lunch and watching the students playing a game of soccer on the field. Many others ran around, playing a game of hide and seek. She glanced at her leather wrist-watch. The long break period was almost over. She finished her meal, covered the cooler and drank from her water bottle. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. Ugly memories saturated her line of thought. She opened her watery eyes and breathed out loudly.

There were nights when she barely slept a wink. Her nightmares were always concentrated on the men that had carnal knowledge of her. Even though they had moved out of their former house and were now living in a one-bedroom flat in a different area, she found it hard to forget what took place in her mother’s friend’s place. Men who were older than her late father defiled her without mercy and her mother was part of the whole act. She took her to them. She made some sort of agreement with them. She allowed them to do unspeakable things to her. She didn’t even try to stop them. What kind of a person does that? There were days when she doubted that Adesua was her real mother. If only her father was still alive. A tear drop slid down her fair smooth face.

Their condition was a bit better than when they first arrived in Lagos. Aside moving into a new apartment, her mother got her admitted into a Secondary School. She had also paid for a shop in Tejuosho market and set up the place. She sold first and second grade clothes in the small shop. It was a far cry from her mother’s butiks in Abuja. But, at least, now, they could boast of a three square meal. Nevertheless, it all came at the expense and cost of her innocence. It wasn’t worth it.

One of the school prefects stood in the middle of the field and began to ring the bell. The students playing around dispersed and headed to their different classrooms. Edua picked up her food cooler and water bottle, got up and dusted her uniform. She sighed heavily and set up to her class.

kikiwendy:
Aunty shewrites you've got a nice story... I had to read all your stories and I must say you are really good..

thanks sweets

charytea:
Aunty SheWrites you didn't mention me on this one, but u don land.
great piece as always.. following

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Kunzu:
Really touching. @ Shewrites, is this story part of experiences with people u have encountered

Yes. TRUE life mixed with a dose of fiction.