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  • A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 1)

    A Daughter’s Revenge (Episode 1)

    A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 1

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 1 Of A Daughter’s Revenge by Nwigbo Chimaobi Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE ONE:

    I was a teenage girl full of naivety. But my rapid growth gave people, especially the male forks, a false impression that I was ripe to devour.

    Men lust after me. All of them wanted to sleep with me despite my immaturity.

    On a fateful afternoon, I had my tray of cooked groundnuts balanced on my head, hunting for customers under the scorching sun.

    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut’.
    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut..’.

    I was shouting while sweating profusely on the road.

    FLASHBACK:
    (on what happened earlier that day)

    Fainting light illuminated the kitchen. It was a hut mounted at the back of the house. I was in the kitchen making dinner.

    Meanwhile I just returned home very tired and weak. Because I have been in the farm working since morning only to come home that hot afternoon to meet a bag of groundnuts waiting for me.

    As I was busy blowing light onto the firewood, my Aunty came approaching me: ‘You are to cook that groundnut in the bag. Make sure you finish selling them before night. It’s three paint-rubbers. Make sure my money is complete. And you have to be fast about it so that you will come home on time to make supper’, she thundered.

    ‘Ah, Aunty, I am weak. I overworked myself on the farm today. Please, I need a rest today…’

    Before I could finish the statement, she landed a dirty slap on me, shutting my mouth up.

    ‘So you have grown so much wings to say otherwise in this house, eh? You are now so big to be talking back at me?,’ she paused and took a stare at me from head to toe. ‘Look at her, Id|ot! If you don’t finish selling that groundnut, don’t bother returning to this house today. Secondly, don’t keep us hungry tonight’, she warned while making her way inside the house. ‘Be fast with that food you are cooking, everybody is hungry in this house’, she added.

    When I was done cooking the food, I called my Aunty to come and do the sharing of the food. That was the ritual in the house — I do the cooking while they do the sharing.

    I immediately emptied the groundnut in a big basin, did the washing and transferred the groundnut in a big pot for cooking. Minutes later, the groundnut was done. So I sieved the water out and allowed the groundnut to cool. After that, I arranged some in a tray and poured the rest in a ‘bagco’ bag.

    I headed off to the market while carrying the tray on my head and the bag in my hand.

    THE LIGHT FADED AWAY.

    BACK TO REALITY:

    ‘Buy your groundnut’.
    ‘Sweet groundnut..’.

    I was shouting amid sweat.

    And as God may have it, people were buying. And my customers were patronizing me as usual.

    I have finished selling one paint-rubber already. I haven’t even gotten to the market. I did all the sales in the street.

    So on my way to the market, a car slowed down and winded down its window. The occupant was an elderly man. And with the way he dressed in his ‘Baba-Riga’ attire, you need no seer to tell you he was very rich.

    “Good afternoon, sir’, ” I greeted him.

    ‘Gooood afternooon’, he answered in admiration. ‘What is a beautiful girl like you selling under this hot sun? ‘, he added.

    ‘Groundnut, sir’, I replied.

    ‘Haba! You are too beautiful to be selling groundnuts’, he said.

    ‘Sir, do you want to buy groundnuts? If yes, how much groundnut do you want?’, I asked.

    ‘I want to buy everything you are carrying including you’, he said while smiling in lust.

    ‘Sir, I am not for sale’, I said.

    ‘Habaaa, stop it. Every woman has a price. Just name your price and I will pay,’ he said while opening his pigeon-hole. He brought out bundles of money, mint. ‘Young lady, I have money. Just name your price and I will pay you twice the money or even more. I like what you are carrying both in the front and in the back..’

    I released a long hiss and started moving, alerting people to buy groundnut. ‘Thank you. I am not interested,’ I said to him.

    He kept trailing me with his car. ‘I just want to brush you up. You have all it takes to succeed in life. Allow me to help you. The only price you have to pay is to allow me to harvest from this your mouth watering farmlands’.

    ‘Like I said earlier, I am not interested, sir. Thank you..’

    ‘Groundnut’
    ‘Groundnut’.

    The name echoed from the closeby shop. I guess it was someone who wanted to buy groundnuts. I was very happy for the call, at least the person has saved me from this so-called hungry beast that has been trailing me.

    I had to divert my movement to answer the caller.

    ‘Not even a goodbye’, his voice echoed.

    ‘Go home, you will get it from your wife,’ I replied.

    I finished selling the groundnuts on time. The money was complete. So I joyfully went home to prepare supper.

    I am Martha Dauda.

    A poor helpless orphan. The only child. I lost my parents to the w|cked and cold hand of d£ad.

    My parents d|ed in a ghastly acc|dent. And ever since the d£ath of my parents, I have faced he|| in the hands of my uncle and his wife. However, If it was left for my uncle, he would have given me out for marriage as a teenager but his wife refused simply because she wanted to use me as a housemaid.

    Meanwhile I came from a place where child marriage was more prevalent. I am from the Northern region of Nigeria. In the place I came from, due to the endemic poverty among the inhabitants, female children were viewed as an additional burden on family resources. As a result of this, the betrothal of female children was used as a strategy for family survival.

    In fact, God took his time to create me specially. I am an epitome of beauty. I am tall. I am chubby. I am chocolate in complexion. I am very busty. I have a very curvy big booty. My endowments were all proportional with my body. I looked so matured. As such, my uncle never lacked suitors for me. It was more like a bidding war. He wanted to give me out to the highest bidder. And the highest bidder happened to be Alhaji Musa. A prominent politician. Alhaji Musa wanted to make me his fourth wife. But as God may have it, my Aunty refused. In fact, it was God that used her to save me from early marriage bondage and prison as most practiced here in the north.

    However, I escaped from the frying pan and ended up in the fire because I was milked. I was drained to zero level. I was bruta||y sentenced into hardship and suffering by my aunt.

    TO Be Continued

  • Christmas In The Village (Episode 13)

    Christmas In The Village (Episode 13)

    Christmas In The Village Episode 13

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “Christmas In The Village Episode 13 Of Christmas In The Village by Amaka Ember Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🙋🎉🎈 Christmas In The Village EPISODE THIRTEEN: 💞

    I hope you have not lost your mind. Take your hands off my neck. Ada warns Chima who is holding her cloth around her neck.

    Chimaobi! It is your senior sister you are holding! What has come over you Chima, have you joined this village’s bad boys and started smoking what they smôke? Ada’s father cried out through the window.

    Somto heard his father’s voice in his sleep. He quickly woke up and met Chima fighting Ada. He rushed to separate them but Chima was proven stubborn and it led to a fight between Somto and Chima. It happened to be a big fight Ada, Gift, and Njideka couldn’t separate the fight. they shouted for help, and neighbors gathered and had the fight separated.

    Uzo, who was the girl people saw you talking with yesterday? Uzo’s mother asked.

    Nne’m oh! (My mother) okay, mama, I will tell you. Her name is Adanna. She represented Ward 7 yesterday at the Umuoma Day celebration and they won. If you see her mama you will like her. Uzo said.

    No, I don’t think I will like her. Please whatever arrangement you have had with her cancel it. I don’t want to hear about her in this house. Mama Uzo said.

    Mama, what happened? You weren’t even present at Umuoma day, how come you talked about her like you know her? Uzo calmly said.

    Her mother who saw you yesterday standing with her daughter said unspeakable things about you and our family. She also said over her dead body will you marry her daughter? She added that epilepsy runs in our lineage. the most scary part of it all is that people fear her in this village because she practices witchcraft. She might go to any length for her to keep her daughter away from you. Uzo’s mother sounded so sure.

    Christ! A mother who sounded the way she did is truly a witch that doesn’t want her daughter’s progress. That epilepsy runs in our lineage. Mama, is that what the villagers think of us? Uzo asked.

    That’s what some of them believe. Said Uzo’s mother said.

    To hell with them! Mama, I say to hell with all of them. I’ve zeroed my mind from marrying from this village. They should go ahead and give their daughters to those that don’t have epilepsy running in their blood. It’s fine mama don’t feel sad. Anything they are thinking about our family is their business. We are blessed even with what they call us. All of them having nothing running in their blood are wallowing in poverty. Uzo angrily said.

    If you had married when your father brought his friend’s daughter Vivian to you to marry, me and these village women will not be having this conversation of epilepsy here and there. As an only son, you would have been married long ago but you said God’s time is the best. I saw reasons with you but Uzo I think God’s time is here. Listen, my boy, I don’t expect you to marry from Umuoma. Your father saw Umuoma women and still come to Eziama and married me. Marry from anywhere leave Umuoma women. Uzo’s Mother said.

    Mom, next year we are entering will not pass me by it’s a promise. Don’t let what that woman said bother you okay, and again Mom we are still leaving here for the City this weekend after the new year celebration. I’m tired of this village already. Uzo said.

    What else are we still doing here after the new year celebration? We are leaving. Uzo’s mother said.

    Ada’s mom who they informed where she was that her children were fighting ran home and met crowds in her compound. She chased everyone out of her compound and locked the entrance gate.

    What is the meaning of this? Why did you both disgrace me in this in this manner? You both gathered crowds in my compound to come and separate siblings fighting? Chimóo! (My God oh) which face will I use and walk in this village? Now if I’m passing they will be pointing fingers at me saying headmistress that couldn’t teach their children. Unu alaputa gó moó! ( you people have implicated me) Ada’s mom cried.

    Mama, you are crying because of what people will say. Look at my head, see what Chima your son did to my head. He hit wood on my head and you didn’t see blood gushing down? Look at Ada’s cloth, Chima nearly nakéd her. Her elder sister for that matter and you are here telling us we disgraced you. They should point their finger at you because you failed! What type of mother accommodates different girls her sons bring home every Christmas? Only your type! Somto the eldest bitterly said and walked away.

    Mama, are you happy now with what just happened? Two days to the new year this is how we are about crossing over. Ada calmly said and followed Somto.

    It would have been better if all of you didn’t come back for this Christmas. What use are you people to me? Nothing! Is just to disgrace me. Ada’s Mom said when everyone has gone.

    Fidelia, you see what you are causing in this compound you will surely see your ear with your eye. Ada’s father said to his wife.

    Uzo, I thought you said you wanted to flex Ada today and ask her out. How come you called me out for a drink? Emmy asked Uzo.

    I’m no more interested. I’ve decided to let Umuoma ladies be. When I get to the city I will look for a wife. Uzo said.

    All the best bro. You know what is good for you and I will always support you but do fast we will be getting married next year. Emmy said.

    It’s a lie!!!! Don’t tell me you are settling down soon. Uzo excitedly asks Emmy.

    Mehn, you see that Chinelo of a girl, she is everything I want in a woman. I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me. I can’t wait to make her my wife. Emmy sounded like someone deeply in love.

    I’m so happy for you brother. Does she have any younger or elder sister? Uzo asked.

    TO Be Continued