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  • Tears Of A Young Girl (Episode 1)

    Tears Of A Young Girl (Episode 1)

    Tears Of A Young Girl Episode 1

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    🤷 Tears Of A Young Girl EPISODE ONE: 💔

    One afternoon as I was busy playing with my neighbors my mother called.Mama Njeri’s home and our home was only separated by trimmed cypress,so I could hear my mother calling although she was in the kitchen cooking.

    I had stopped playing and ran to listen to what my mother was saying.

    My name is Sarah and I am eight years old,the only child to my parents Mr and Mrs Oduor.We lived in Kisumu but in the village of Kondele.

    Sarah I want you to run to the shop get me salt,two tomatoes and don’t forget cooking oil,the one we usually use,get the small one,my mother said.She went into the house and came back with a five hundred note then handed it over to me.

    And tell Mama Terer to take the money that she still owed me.

    okay mama,I said as I ran to make sure I was back early to go and continue playing.

    The shop wasn’t that far,it was some few meters away from where we lived.

    I ran as I sang along everything that my mum had told me to buy so as that I couldn’t forget.I got to the shop within some few minutes.

    Mama Terer the shop owner was happy to see me,she had asked how I was doing,she asked about my mum.She and my mum were very good friends.

    After she had given me everything I had ordered for,I put it into the white polythene that I had carried then rushed home.

    As I walked home,a black tinted SUV followed me.The murram road was mostly used by motorcycle riders,cars used to pass through the road but it was very rare but I didn’t mind,I continued singing walking.

    The driver reduced the speed as he approached,I was scared and wanted to run but the driver had lowered the window of the vehicle and called me.

    Hey,how are you? he said.

    I am fine sir,is there any problem.

    No,I am your uncle,Sarah am from town get into the car so that I can drive you home.

    I stood as I thought for some minutes,I had heard cases of children who had been kidnapped by people who drove cars that were tinted black and taken away from their parents,I loved my parents and I didn’t want to leave them but how did this man know my name was still a misery.

    I had then decided to get into the car since he knew me there was no way he had been lying about being by uncle as a matter of fact I has only seen one of my uncle’s,the rest lived far away.

    He started the engine,gave me some candies and off we left.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Prayer Of A Child (Poem)

    Prayer Of A Child (Poem)

    Prayer Of A Child Poem

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    🧑‍🎤 Prayer Of A Child POEM: 💞

    God i want to be the best
    like king Kong I want to beat mine chest
    like the eagle I want to reach for the Stars
    building my house and riding my own cars

    God help me to make my parents proud
    I want my success to pull crowd
    let my mockers don’t take the last laugh
    let me be the one to give them autograph

    oh! God help me to wipe the tears of my mother
    help me let me clean the sweat of my father
    in struggle they build me up
    in pains they gave me water to drink from a broken cup

    I want to become something oh Lord
    so that they can depend on me In there old age my dear lord
    I don’t want to die Young oh God
    give me longlife so that I can feed them my God

    written by Davidson Perfect Jim

  • Tears Of A Helpless Woman (Chapter 1)

    Tears Of A Helpless Woman (Chapter 1)

    Tears Of A Helpless Woman Chapter 1

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    🤷 Tears Of A Helpless Woman Chapter ONE:

    My name is Mwansa Yande, I am an orphan who was raised by my uncle and his wife. My parents passed on in a terrible car accident when I was 3 and I joined my grandmother in the village. I remember the village so well although I left when I was 12, my uncle picked me saying I had to go to school.

    My uncle works for the mines as a geologist while my aunt is a housewife. She is nothing like my mother, yes I do remember my mother so well. She was light skinned and beautiful, with hair that fell over her shoulders. I hear my parents were so rich and they were the bread winners of the family, I can imagine what that means because if they were better than my uncle then they should have been stinking rich.

    My uncle has a beautiful house, it has 7bedrooms and I don’t know how many bathrooms. You should be thinking for people who are so rich, I must at least be a middle child. Well I’m far from that , I’m not even a maid. I’m simply an outcast.

    At the back of this mansion is a chicken run and in the next room is a neglected storeroom. Its neither painted nor vanished its simply another room that should have equally been a chicken run. Well to cut the long story short, that is my room.

    Its very accommodating to all my needs and I guess i am happy. For me, happiness is a choice. Like you choose to be sad, I have chosen to be happy in all situations. You see for a girl like me you don’t really have much choices, for example none of the things that have happened to me are my choice. So when given an opportunity to choose, I choose happiness.

    My aunty and uncle have two children together, they are twins. I call them my sisters from another planet, not in their faces of course. But that’s how I often refer to them. They are sisters from another planet because they are blessed with hate that I can not explain, very bitter beings.

    My uncle is in a world of his own and in his world I barely exist, talk of being invisible.

    I only have one thing I boast of and that’s my writing talent, I write everything and I document everything about my life. I remained with a couple of books that my father left, that’s all my grandmother kept and she didn’t explain much about where my parents property went.

    I don’t consider what my aunty does to me as “mistreating” I call it tough love. She loves me but in a very tough way. Her children, the twins…
    She calls them miracle babies because she struggled in labor. Well, they go by the names…. Joy And Faith. Faith is really dark while Joy is quite light, that’s the only way I can tell them apart. Other than that, they look so much alike. They are 18years of age, very beautiful and very spoilt.

    My uncle promised that I would be starting first grade again on my 21st birthday. I did learn from 1st grade to 7th in the village, hence I can write and read fluently.

    Anyway my birthday is in two weeks and I am so excited. I was supposed to be in night school with other adults but my aunty said no. She wants me to be in day school a class filled with kids that will probably laugh at me, I know it’s a plot to get me frustrated so I stop school but against all odds.. I am a survivor.

    I survived this life, I survived everything my aunt threw at me. I will survive this one too, I just want to learn more how to read and write. I Like to read and write a lot but my English is basic. I guess that’s all I can do. I have absolutely no interest in arithmetic or any other subjects. One day I hope to be a writer. I believe I will sale a lot of books. I’m so excited about school because I get to move a step closer to my dream of becoming a writer. I’m not sure how that will play out but I believe all will go well in Gods time.

    The first thing I would like to buy when I become successful is a house, because this steel roof above my head steals every inch of sleep I have. It makes serious noise when it rains and I often wake up in tears staring at the mansion and wondering how life turned out this way for me.

    Another thing I would like is a beautiful bed bought from a furniture shop. I want so many things but firstly I want school.
    Omobukolami

    TO Be Continued

  • My Father Impregnated Me (Episode 4)

    My Father Impregnated Me (Episode 4)

    My Father Impregnated Me Episode 4

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    ❤️🤰 My Father Impregnated Me Episode Four:
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    🧡 A STORY LIFE STORY OF A YOUNG LADY FULL OF LESSONS 💞

    🧡 PATLEY’S POV 🧡

    I angrily left my room. Slamming the door so hard on Stephanie’s face.
    Everybody seems to like that girl.
    Miriam this! Miriam that!

    For heaven’s sake! It shouldn’t be all about her.

    Miriam is crazy, yet she’s their favorite.
    I used to be their favorite! I used to be everybody’s favorite 😒.
    I used to be on everyone’s lips. I used to be! Until suddenly Miriam Came and took all that away from me.

    As I increased my pace,Walking briskly past numerous doors. I began to hear loud noises. It was coming from Revd Sister Mag’s office.

    I tipped closer and peered my ear against the door. She seems to be in argument with someone.
    As I kept listening, the whole discussion came to place. I know the second voice to be old Audrey’s.

    What are they talking about?
    I seized my heavy breathes and focused more on what they were saying.

    “Isn’t a week too long?”
    I faintly heard old Audrey say.

    Too long for what?

    I shut my thoughts and listened more.

    ”i don’t want her getting used to her mom”

    Hmm. What and who are they talking about. I suddenly grew so much interest and decided to listen more.

    “She won’t Audrey, I’ll make it clear to her. Besides she knows herself that this convent is her home and no one, not even her mom can change that”.

    That was Mag speaking.
    I have to listen more. I need to know what this is all about.

    ” Alright. That’s better. Miriam gets to travel a week before…

    Miriam? So thiis is about Miriam? She’s traveling?

    Questions ran through my head as I tried to put it all together. Miriam is traveling?.

    I continued listening to their discussion. I need to know everything.

    “Good. And remember to tell her she’s the Baby of this convent before she travels” old Audrey concluded.

    Baby? Baby of this convent?? I almost freaked out. I felt the urge to rush in there and pinch that lousy mouth of hers.
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    I began to hear footsteps. It’s like someone is coming. I quickly ran out of sight and hid myself at a close corner.

    I peeped and saw old Audrey walk out from Mag’s office taking the opposite direction back to her post.

    I breath out and came out of my hiding place. Recalling what I just heard.

    Baby? Baby of this convent?
    I used to be that you Know. Even though I wasn’t the youngest before Miriam came. I used to be everyone’s favorite.

    I was the prettiest and they were so fond of me. Till eight years old crying Miriam came.
    Huh! She’s a goddamn spoiler!

    I groaned and walked out of that place.

    One of these days I am going to deal with Miriam.
    I swore hard biting my lower lip.

    It’ almost Time for dinner and I haven’t laid my eyes on Samantha.

    Am so bored without her. I need her so bad. Where could she be?
    I asked myself.

    I would have gone to check her up in her room but I don’t want to see that Crazy Miriam’s face.
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    Miriam and Samantha are Roomie.
    They’ve been pairing since childhood.
    I just wish sister Mag wouy just switched Stephanie with Samantha.

    Stephanie is boring me to my Marrow.

    👣👣👣👣 SARAH LUTHOREX👣👣👣👣
    ……………………………….
    “Mommy are you crying?” My three years old Paula asked me.

    “No baby. Mommy isn’t crying” I lied picking out the tear drop from my lids.

    I carried her and gently placed her on my lap.

    “So what’s wrong with your eyes?” She asked wiping my face with her tiny fingers.

    “Nothing baby. Mommy is just thinking’” I replied truthfully.

    “Is Mommy thinking something bad?” She Asked again.
    I exhaled sharply. Paula and her questions.

    “No dear. Mommy is just thinking of your sister”

    “I have a sister?” She asked with a bright smile.

    “Yes baby you do” I whispered trying to hold my tears.

    “Where is she then? Why haven’t I seen her? Is she big? Is she a baby? What’s her name?. when can I see her?….

    Mommy why aren’t you saying something?”
    She asked lots of questions which I didn’t know where to start answering from. I could no longer help it as I burst into uncontrollable tears.

    “Mommy…”she pouted. Tears welling in her eyes.
    “Mommy why are you crying?” Paula sobbed wiping my face.

    “It’s Nothing baby. Baby please don’t cry. Why are you crying?”

    ” I am crying because Mommy is crying” she cried more.

    ”Sshh hush now. See Mommy has stopped crying” I smiled wiping the tears from our both faces.

    ” Stop crying Paula” I added and she nodded.

    “Mommy…” She sweetly called.

    “Yes baby?” I answered. Sniffing my nose.

    “Do I really have a sister?” She asked again.uncertainty in her eyes.

    ” Yes Paula you do..you have a big sister” I smiled meekly and kissed her on her white silk hair.

    “Really?..” her face lit up in excitement.

    ” Where is she? I want to meet her mommy. Where is she??”

    Where is she?
    I swallowed hard on that question.

    She’s a Nun at the St. Mathews Cathedral.

    TO Be Continued

  • Daughter Of A Single Mother (Chapter 3)

    Daughter Of A Single Mother (Chapter 3)

    Daughter Of A Single Mother Chapter 3

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    💁🧏 Daughter Of A Single Mother Chapter Three:

    What are you trying to do Sir?
    You’re now like a father to me!!!
    Please sir don’t do this to me Angel begged Mr Ikenna who has already pulled off his shirt and tried holding her.

    Angel was still young and hasn’t known a man yet. she can’t let Mr Ikenna defile her. Only the fright of it scares her. So she bit him on his naked stomach. Mr Ikenna pushed her away. She stood up and took to her heels.

    She opened the door and ran out of the house and the compound. Angel didn’t know well the consequences of what she was doing. She never thought of where she will stay if she ran away. She just wanted to flee from Mr Ikenna who was chasing after her.

    Mr Ikenna chased her till she left the building, he stopped and went back . He didn’t know what came over him and what he will tell his wife happened to Angel.

    Angel ran as fast as she could out of the house at that ungodly hour. Where she was going to she didn’t know. Where she will get her self the next morning she wasn’t sure. She just kept on running as far as her legs could carry her with tears falling as rain from her cheeks.

    She ran till she couldn’t anymore. It was late, she didn’t know who to go to for help at that particular time as all men have proven to be the same..

    Angel’s only thought was where she will lay her head till the next day. She saw an uncompleted building a distant away and started walking towards it. At least she can rest there and think about her life tomorrow.

    The thoughts of how she lost her mum filled her head. The very night her mum left her without warning. From that night she knew that survival in this world is a game of the fittest.

    As she kept walking buried in the grave of her thoughts and the river of her tears.

    She noticed, ever since she has been walking it seems some one has been following her, no they were two she confirmed. She kept observing and saw they were dressed in yellow and looked like cultists. And they were closing in behind her.

    Why was she being followed? Angel thought as she tried wiping off her tears.

    What if they are rapists?
    Or thieves? But what will they steal from her?
    What if they were sent by ritualists?
    What if they are kidnappers?

    Fear gripped Angel as the thoughts of being hurt by those following her filled her head. So she increased her pace. Angel being smart crossed the main road just to confirm if truly they were following her. To her amazement they also crossed over to the other side with her .

    It dawned on Angel that those guys were following after her. Even though she was tired, she didn’t know where strength emerged from and she picked a race.

    As she ran, she kept on calling on to her dead mother with tears flowing down her cheeks. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

    Angel didn’t run far before they caught up with her. They were huge and muscular, with bears like convicts. They were mean and weren’t paying attention to her plea.

    They carried her into the bush nearby. They were rapists looking for young unfortunate girls to satisfy there urge with.

    Gun shots were heard and the two guys left Angel and ran away. Angel was still on the ground trying to zip back her trousers and arrange her clothes the guys have torn already.

    Flashes of touch light hit her face, she tried making a shade with her hands . As they men with the touchlight got closer. Their attire looked like that of security men.

    Angel stood up and tried running away and they held her and told her not to be afraid, they won’t let any harm befall her. They brought her out of the bush path.

    Angel saw two Jeeps parked and it seemed like those men who rescued her were part of the convoy. They took her to a man who was seated in the car.

    That was Chief Obilor. Chief Obilor was on his way back with his security men when his men told him about the men chasing a little girl. So he askedd
    them to go for her rescue.

    He’s not one known for such kind gesture. It was as if something had pushed him to lend a helping hand.

    Angel thanked Chief Obilor for saving her from the hands of those thugs.
    What is your name? Chief Obilor asked.

    M..y my name..e isss Angel she replied dragging her words like as stammerer as she pulls her clothes up to wipe her tears.

    She didn’t know if she was to be happy Chief Obilor rescued from those rapist or to feel sad that the help came from another man who may ask for the same thing from her. The world has taught her a great lesson at such a tender age.

    So tell me Angel what are you doing out by this time of the night?
    Where are you parents?
    Where are you living? Chief Obilor inquired

    But Angel had no answer to those questions..

    The only answer she gave chief Obilor were tears flowing from her cheeks as she cried out a bucket.

    TO Be Continued

  • Tears Of A Young Maid (Episode 3)

    Tears Of A Young Maid (Episode 3)

    Tears Of A Young Maid Episode 3

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    🧏 Tears Of A Young Maid Episode Three:

    I kept screaming profusely for help but no one came.

    Alice’s son was in the house and he couldn’t come to my aid. He turned on the compact disc as he wanted to prevent the neighbours around from hearing my screams.

    I couldn’t shout anymore because the sound of the compact disc was deafening.

    Instantly, quantity of fluid started gushing out through my thighs.

    “Oh my God,I have urinated on myself” I said with my voice shaky.

    There wasn’t any toilet in my room and I had been protracting the urine from gushing out.

    Immediately, something fetish dashed out through my thighs. I was down in the dumps when I saw it was feces.

    I was out of the light and I couldn’t undress myself.

    I stayed in my room locked for approximately Twelve hours before my Aunty came back with her husband.

    When she came back,she unlocked my room and found out that I had messed up the room–the room was smelly.

    She went out and came back with a whip, stripped me naked and flogged me ceaselessly for over one hour.

    I kept shouting painfully but she didn’t stop flĂ´gging- she flĂ´gged me round the fleet.

    Her husband couldn’t help and her son was in his pressing his phone as they didn’t care if my Aunty flogs me to deĂĄth.

    After she had flĂ´gged to her satisfaction,she dragged me up to my feet because I was laying down unconscious and pushed me into the kitchen to cook fried rice for dinner.

    I sat down naked on the floor in the kitchen hopelessly with blood flowing effusively from the wounds on my shattered body.

    I kept pondering on how to cook fried rice because I hadn’t cooked it before.

    Alice’s husband opened the door abruptly and saw me naked. He closed my mouth with his left hand and started touching my breĂĄst and beneath.

    TO Be Continued