A bran new day with another worry of childlessness in my life. as usual my husband Kingsley will leave for his work. He is a banker working with FCMB bank in Port Harcourt located at market junction Rumuomasi, my husband is an average height man, fair in complexion, with a gap tooth at the upper part of his teeth. Baby am going to work he said with a kiss on my left chicks.

Yes you will go leaving me to look around the house without children playing through I said. Baby God's time is the best if you rush it won't yield any results my husband said his normal words of encouragement, but to me it is not. Your mother I mean my mothers in-law and brothers in-law have been on my neck calling me a man, married to another man is that not a great insult to my personality I said to him.

Remember God's word, and also know that patient is virtue.
“Which God's word, the word I have leaved with for all my life without anything, God did not care to answer me then is it untill I am forced out by your mother, bringing in another woman for you to marry before God will answer me abi, Please stop telling me that rubbish if you don't have anything to say to me or any solution then get out and go to your work” I said.

My husband was speechless for some minutes, he finally broke the silent with another word which I hate and don't want to hear. “My wife God's time is the best” he said and turned to leave. Wait my wife before I leave let me tell you this he paused but me i put on I don't care face. “No one will take your place in my life, I love you that's why I married you if any other woman comes that woman will leave because you are my wife, my better half, my lost ribs, my treasure and my queen he said and left. Even though I put on that face but his words gave me hope that yes my husband love me more than any other woman. And you are my king so I said in my mind.

I was not staying in a rentred house nope, my husband built a very good 2 story building. the outside was not well design but when you come inside you will be flabbergasted by the beauty. Dickson is the name of our gate man. He was a very obedient gate man who took his work as his first priority. He has save us for 10 years and have become part of the member of the house. we took him not only our gate man but our brother. I was busy cleaning the kitchen when I had my name Linda. I rushed out to see who was calling to my greatest surprised it was my best friend, Grace a woman who has been there for me through thick and thin she has stood by me and I trust her completely, because she is that sister that I have never had. she sat down and I went and brought juice for her to drink. thanks she said.

Linda I have been waiting for you in this parlour, were have you been? she asked. I was in the kitchen arranging some stuff i replied. Grace looked at me from my hairs down to my toes. my friend dash me this your slim body na. All I could do is to laugh. yah I slim fitted young woman, and also tall for that matter, I am black in complexion many call it black beauty but I tag it black is beautiful. I was the replicate of black beauty as they say. leave meoo I replied after laughing for a while. So how are you and your husband? she asked.

We are fine by God's grace I replied with a smile. What about your husband's family I hope they are not on your neck again? she asked with a curious look on her face. You don see na they are always given my husband phone calls about getting him married to another woman.

“Why are they doing like that don't they know God's time is the best, I hope your husband did not listen to them”.
“He did not listen to them, they always say I used charm on him, but to tell you the truth am really tired of this marriage because am really suffering”.

“My dear patient is the best don't loss hope” Grace utter some words of encouragement. “okayoo I don hear” from the sound of my voice you will know I was not satisfied with that encouragement because I have cried unto the Lord several times but he did not harken unto my sorrowful voice, he turned his back and allowed adders to bite me with their poisonous venom. he allowed the mockers to mock to mock me. “Let me go and finish what I was doing inside enjoy yourself” I said turning to leave.

I am already on my way by the way you know you are keeping a secret about your past life from your husband please tell him that can be the cause of your barrenness grace said. that can't be I did my things carefully in the past and by the way I have moved on with my life and there is nothing left to talk about let the past remain the past so I said. okay if you say so am leaving bye she walked out and slam the door leaving me in lots of thought. she has reminded me of my wayward life before . the life of prostitution. life of sleeping with married men. life of abortion but I was assured by the doctor that I will get pregnant what should I do should I tell my husband am the cause of the problem or should I keep it to myself so that I won't destroy my marriage.

TO Be Continued
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Tëars stream down my cheeks. I was beginning to regret leaving the orphanage in the first place.
"Let me go!!" I yelled, but the two held me down while the other guy zipped off his pants.

He was about to insert his long black d*ck into my p*ssy when we heard the gunshot. Note this story belongs to Peter's Gracuous stories.

"Who be dat?” (Who is that?) We heard a husky muscular voice and a touch light flashing into the building. The person's footstep draws closer.

This story is written by Peter's Gracuous Stories

"We Don enter hot soup o! E be like say na akelaba d come oh!” it seems it's the police that are approaching us” one of the boys said as the other guy zip up his pants. They let go of me and Instantly the three guys run jumping down the window.

I felt relieved, as it was a narrow escape.

The person got into the building, and walk up to me flashing me the blinding touch light that shine brightly like that of village hunters going for hunting at the dusk of the hamattan.

I adjusted my torn gown to cover my pants as I tried to seat up.

“Small girl wetin carry u come here?” (what brought you here, little girl?) He asked as he got to me diming the touch light.

I couldn’t answer. I kept sniffing my nose as hot, fat tears streamed down my cheeks. Seeing that I wasn't saying anything but rather crying the elderly man in a vigilantes uniform said.

"My child here is too risky for you to stay at this time of night; come, let me take you home; perhaps tomorrow morning you will find your way."

I looked up and nodded at him; after what almost happened to me, I do not think I will spend the night here again. Who knows, those tugs might have raped me to death if he had not arrived. I know I don't have to trust anyone, but I have to trust someone. This story is part of Peter's Gracuous Stories.

I nodded at him as he led me down the lonely dark street. My heart pounded as I followed behind him, but I was comforted by the sight of his shining touch light, which shines brightly like the moon during the dry season.

After some minutes of trekking, we arrived at a small compound with old buildings. He led me into one of the rooms.

He knocked at the door three consecutive times before the door got open by a women probably in her late 30s

Before opening the door completely, she opened it halfway and gave us a quick glance.

"Welcome, my husband" She greeted.

"Thank you, my wife, I bring visitor come na only this night she go spend with us" He said to the wife.

I was led into the room after the woman glared at me from head to toe. It was a small room with no bed. I could see his children, about five of them, lying on the mat that had been spread on the cement floor.

"Take this cloth make you wear" The woman handed me a native materia gown.

I accepted and wore it. I wanted to throw up because the cloth smelled so bad, but I kept myself from doing so.

I was given a wrapper, which I spread across the corner of the room and slept off after saying my prayers.

I regret leaving the orphanage. But I won't go back.

TO Be Continued
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ANGEL'S POV

I bent down mobbing my step sister Lucy's room when she threw some dirty stained pants at me.

“Wash my panties make you iron am” Lucy my step sister said to me throwing her dîrty undies at my face.

"Ah ah na, you do not have to throw them at me; you could have just told me with your mouth," I mumbled, removing the dîrty pants from my face that was stained with her menstrual blood.

She gave me a dîrty slap on my face making stars leave my face due to the slaps.

"You dey kolo" (abusive words), she roared.

“How dare you question my orders?" I see say you Don the grow wings but before the wings go Carry you fly I go break am down for you stūpid girl” She said and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there sniffing my nose and trying to hold back the tears that had welled up in my eyes.

This is how I have been treated by my step mom my dad and my step sister. Even though I am a year older than Lucy, my stepmother will always force me to do whatever she says.

Just then, the door swung open, reveling. Mother Oma my step mom with a leather belt in her hands obviously Lucy has gone to lie against me. Lucy walks in with a sad expression, just as predicted.

“You this witch, do you have the guts to slap my daughter, abi?” she asked.

“No, ma, it was Lucy who slāpped me; I did not slap her back....

Before I can conclude my statement.

She used the iron side of the belt to wipe my head. She started using it to fl0g me all over my body as I screamed and cried from the pain.

Lucy urged her mother to flōg me even more.
****

It was evening time, and I had finished doing the laundry and preparing dinner which my step mother deprived me of eating. I laid on the torn mat I placed in the corner of the barn while the goat all rested at the other corner I guess the goat are used to my presence cos each time I laid my torn mat, the goat will move away to another corner. I was crying silently

When my step mother came to the goat room where I use to sleep since I was deprived from sleeping in the main building, saying I am ugly as the goat and also stinks as goats so I belong with the goat.

I step out of the cramped room as she waits for me outside for me covering her nose from the smell of the barn.

“I am here, ma,” I said, as she smiled sheepishly at me removing her hands from her nose.

“Angel, you know you are a fine girl?” She grained, but I remained mute, not finding her character amusing.

“Come, prepare to go to your husband's house; your bride price has been paid for your father.” She said, rubbing my back.

I was frozen, unable to believe what she meant by "my bride price has been paid?"

“But I do not remember getting married, and I am not going anywhere,”I said.

“You must Angel, your sister Lucy, and your brother Paul need to go to university, so we must use the money to send them there.”

Tears flowed from my eyes. Knowing that I have no one to run to. My father is not a good man; he also joins my stepmother in mistreating me.

“Do not stand there” “The Lucas are coming to take you away tomorrow night," she explained.

Immediately, I heard the Lucas I went completely blank. Let it not be the same Lucas I've been hearing ne.gative things about since I came to this city. Or am doom
I sobbed.
Wondering why they h@te me this much.

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My name is Pie and this is my story of how my aunt made me a séx worker.

I left the village for Abuja to stay with aunty Mona. Immediately my dad diëd.

I was helping mother with farm works initially just to save money for my school.

I was done with my Junior high school left with my senior high classes when Dad took ill and diéd.

It was difficult for my mother and me because my father was the sole provider. He never let mother work.

When he died, my mother and I were left with nothing to fall back on because my father brother took his only land and taxi from mother.

I was unable to resume school for one term because the money my mother and I earned from farm work was insufficient to begin my studies.

It was a huge relief when Aunt Mona came to the village and decided to take me to the city to further my education.

Mum was overjoyed and said good prayers for Aunt Mona.

I, on the other hand, was ecstatic because I would be visiting the city for the first time, confirming all of the positive things that had been said about it.

**

We arrived in the city and were greeted with a breathtaking view.

I have read many positive things about the city in my textbooks. But I never imagined how beautiful it would be in reality.

The journey from my village to Abuja was long, but we eventually arrived at Aunty Mona's massive duplex.

It was breathtakingly beautiful and magnificent; I had never seen a house as large, well-built, and furnished as this one. Even the village Chief's house, which is quite large and much admired by the villagers, cannot compare to this.

**

We got out of the car, and some hefty men approached to take our bags inside. While I followed Aunt Mona closely behind.

I was greeted warmly, and all of the employees made me feel at home. Everything was going great until a week later. Aunt Mona entered my room for the first time since she had brought me from the village.

She instructed me to dress up because she was taking me somewhere. I was wondering where she was taking me.

I stood up from bed to get dressed.

TO Be Continued
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My name is Cynthia. Am an Igbo woman. A learned colleague. By that title one will know that I am a lawyer. I did my law diploma in captain elechi Amadi polytechnic in Port Harcourt before going through with the direct entry to University of Calabar. I now reside in port Harcourt practicing law, while my parents are in Enugu. I visit them when I want to and also when the need arises. I don’t depend on them because I have make my own money, that will take care of all my needs.

My friends called me a workaholic but that is what I believe all women should be. I have so many clients who usually call me for case. I studied criminal law and I am so good in that area that I find it hard to keep a time for myself because cases comes in everyday on my desk. I did my masters and currently I am doing my PhD on criminal law. I teach criminal law in Rivers State University.

I am 36 years old with a well built shape. I am dark in complexion, people normally say it is black beauty, which even matches with my average height. God really took time to create me. But in all this I was single. And I was proud of that because I don’t need husband wahala. Anytime I feel like cooking I cook if I don’t feel like then I won’t cook. But in the situation of being married I will now take on the burden of my husband what he will eat, what he likes etc gosh it’s stressful.

My parent hate it when I say all this things to them. Not as if I haven’t been in love. I have open my heart so many time but all I get is heartbreak so I had to close my heart and lock it with padlock. To me all men are the same. They want sex after that they are gone. In one of my relationship my boyfriend use the money I give to him to spend on another girl when I found out about it I got angry at him I confronted him asking him why he did that to me but all he could say is I was never in love with you.

That day the trauma I went through it was God that saved me. But my parents won’t bother to understand this they are the biggest problem I have because I was always insulted and humiliated because of marriage. They will be like “if you don’t get married, I will disown you.”

I am the eldest among my mom children. We are 4 grils 1 boy. The rest are married apart from me and my brother. I don’t need to talk about the man because he will get married to any woman he wishes.
My sisters always join my mother to insult me. The insults became too much and I decided to get married but I haven’t find the right man for myself. Not as if the man must be perfect in all things but I needed a man not a boy if you know what I mean.

I live in a 3 bedroom flat in Rumuomasi Port Harcourt. Like I said earlier I have the money but love was far.
It’s another day for work and as usual my friend, a fellow learned colleague, her name is Miracle. She always come to my house so that we can go to work together. Miracle is fair in complexion with a gap tooth, she is so beautiful having a well curve backside. Sometimes I will look at her and say to her in pigin God take time create you.

TO Be Continued
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