how can a mother be this cruel! your very own daughter? chai, it would have been better if you traded yourself instead of Edua. she's gonna hate you forever.

This brought tears to my eyes could not even read d.whole episode.

you're all blaming her. you don't know what you're capable of, not until you're put to test. never underestimate the power of hunger.

[quote author=lonewolftzar25 post=62366707]you're all blaming her.
you don't know what you're capable of, not until you're put to test.
never underestimate the power of hunger.[/quote

Hunger is not a prerogative to do that to a little child when there are other better alternatives. she should have gone back home to Benin to her parents find her feet then take better steps.

[quote author=bemyguest post=62367635][/quote]
u're right dear. Adesua is just a proud nd stubborn woman. I don't think her daughter will forgive her for a long time

baba God!!!which kind of wickedness is this...
why did she not become a prostitute instead of putting her daughter tru that painful and abominable act...or better still take her daughter too Benin ad then she can come bk too Lagos too hustle
#shewrite# you rock more MB tu ur fone.

lonewolftzar25:
you're all blaming her.
you don't know what you're capable of, not until you're put to test.
never underestimate the power of hunger.

yeah true talk.... You might never know what u're capable of until u're put to taste... Poverty is a force

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*

Thanks for such a lovely story, it always teaches a lesson. For all dos condemning the woman, He/she who is without sin cast d stone.

Chumzypinky:

yeah true talk.... You might never know what u're capable of until u're put to taste... Poverty is a force

you still de nl

dominicnuel1:
Thanks for such a lovely story, it always teaches a lesson. For all dos condemning the woman, He/she who is without sin cast d stone.

nobody is condemning the woman...what she did is pure evil...is not like she don't have a choice again, her parents are good, instead of her to humble up and ask for money she went and use her 10yrs daughter...... imagine. ok what happen to her own body.....sugar daddy done finish....Biko she is wicked,.

she condemned her self first....cheii de thing pain me ehhhh, to think she actually have a way and people to help her. stupid pride

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.

Adesuwa just hope someone comes up to rescue efua, i pray efua does not start developing psychological problems

she is so greedy, heartless, wicked, she doesn't even deserve a child in the first place. What did she mean" she got no other choice" Shameless mother! How will God avenge the death of her husband for her? stupid woman people more than enough to be your child grandfather you sold all because of money. I bet with my last Kobo she can sacrifice Edua for money ritual. Your useless ego abi pride can born in hell. You don't deserve that child after the first ordeal of not 1 but 4 u weren't remorseful one bit n the little poor innocent girl still love you. Shewrites please do this part also happened in real life? cos she a mother should suffer terribly infact what ever she use that money shall never yeild Profit.

Thanks for the update Sha more Grace

what! she did it again!
shewrites, I sincerely hope that this particular part is a fiction. I can't imagine anyone going through that especially a kid. God! what is the world turning into!!!
OMG, my head is hurting.

bellefidel:
nobody is condemning the woman...what she did is pure evil...is not like she don't have a choice again, her parents are good, instead of her to humble up and ask for money she went and use her 10yrs daughter...... imagine. ok what happen to her own body.....sugar daddy done finish....Biko she is wicked,.

she condemned her self first....cheii de thing pain me ehhhh, to think she actually have a way and people to help her. stupid pride

he who wears d shoe knows were it pains d most.she have options I agree she could have done better I agree bt even her parents n family combined can't give her dat amount, also I prefer d men be condemned than the woman cos even if she refuse dis men can go behind her back n rape d girl

dominicnuel1:
he who wears d shoe knows were it pains d most.she have options I agree she could have done better I agree bt even her parents n family combined can't give her dat amount, also I prefer d men be condemned than the woman cos even if she refuse dis men can go behind her back n rape d girl

no be she carry her daughter go there after making arrangements with man......this my friend is a stupid argument
......she simply don't have any reason to subject her daughter to this kind of trauma. ......do u knw is better dey rape the gal Dan the girl knowing that her own mother....that gave birth to her subjected her to this tragedy.....onwere ka odi my friend


anyway what am I saying sef...this thing is making me sick

wow, she did it again, she really did it again, Edua will forever hate her mother as will I. i can't imagine it, the pain she would go through.

If I'm From Such A Family, My Spirit Will Haunt Them To Their Graves.


#Wicked_World

I gave birth to my daughter on saturday, d labor pains re just too much, with all d pains i don't think i can allow inset to touch her not to talk of wht dis good for nothing mother is doing to her daughter. Shewrites abeg help me reduce d little girl pain, send angel to her Biko.

ztarlord:


if the in- laws didn't throw them out how will she ever think of going to Lagos in the first place .....na condition na.. although I no fit do such

Ko ni da faye condition! I repeat, ko ni da faye condition! if her in-laws are demons, she herself is lucifer's bitch. Oloshiiii!

Wot is all dis ....y all d curses nd raining of abuses on d woman..abeg make una take a pill nd chill, i believe dis is jst a fictional story....abeg shewrites try to be more consistent wit d updates abeg.

I gave birth to my daughter on saturday Congratulations

Yeah, Fiction Is. No Mother Can Let Her Child Go Through Such Trauma.

Talking About The Amount She Was Paid. Lol.
Shewrites Is Just Adding Spice To The Story.
Kudos SheWrites, More Wisdom And Grace.

This is too much for her age, I think she will run away at d end

bellefidel:
no be she carry her daughter go there after making arrangements with man......this my friend is a stupid argument
......she simply don't have any reason to subject her daughter to this kind of trauma. ......do u knw is better dey rape the gal Dan the girl knowing that her own mother....that gave birth to her subjected her to this tragedy.....onwere ka odi my friend


anyway what am I saying sef...this thing is making me sick

And to think also that the men are not protected ..jeez its painful

This is unthinkable and pure evil, i doubt if any mother can be this heartless to make their 11yr old daughter go through this consistently without remorse.

Adesua is supposed to fend and cater for the little daughter not the other way round. she is ought to go into prostitution if she fancy it than putting the Edua through such ordeal.

moreover she now has a business which she is supposed to focus on and be contented with.

this is not fair at all, is not Edua that kill her husband. How she be so mean like that.

Fshalom7:
I gave birth to my daughter on saturday Congratulations

Congratulations!!!

Again??! This better be fiction. Hian! Adesua has sold her life to the devil. Haha, she has finally killed this girl, I hope Edua won't kill her mother at the longrun.

i missed this but i'm back

bellefidel:
no be she carry her daughter go there after making arrangements with man......this my friend is a stupid argument
......she simply don't have any reason to subject her daughter to this kind of trauma. ......do u knw is better dey rape the gal Dan the girl knowing that her own mother....that gave birth to her subjected her to this tragedy.....onwere ka odi my friend


anyway what am I saying sef...this thing is making me sick

let's see how d story turns out

But wait is Adesua madt which kin person b diz