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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 11:31am On Mar 31, 2019 |
rukidanty:Thanks for your patronage, sir. May God bless you abundantly. |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by iamgprince: 11:53am On Mar 31, 2019 |
Vulcanheph: Go and sit down jare he is doing sumting gud and u are still spewing trash |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Evold: 12:16pm On Mar 31, 2019 |
Thanks for the update. Till next week |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Ochyglowsglows(f): 3:30pm On Mar 31, 2019 |
LarrySun: |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by queenitee(f): 3:37pm On Mar 31, 2019 |
OMG |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 4:39pm On Mar 31, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Babysuccess02(f): 7:04pm On Mar 31, 2019 |
Ghen ghen madam terrorist is awake. Ghen ghen. I fear what will happen next. God please save Maria and the other girls o |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Kaycee9242(m): 10:58am On Apr 01, 2019 |
can't these girls come together and beat hell out of that witch? dts y I like boys life u can't maltreat them this way without them retaliating. Larry u are a legend 1 Like |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Ann2012(f): 9:31pm On Apr 01, 2019 |
Thanks for the update |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Doctorfitz: 11:11pm On Apr 01, 2019 |
Lovely |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 2:26pm On Apr 07, 2019 |
Update 10 The 10th Generation VI Titi continued to secretly feed Maria from her personal ration. Indeed, she thought the matron of the house was unaware of her actions – she was gravely mistaken. And for some reasons best known to Madam Comfort herself, the good Samaritan was not confronted; at least not for the moment. Madam Comfort continued to watch her every night as she snuck into her room to take the key to where Maria was locked up in. She would smile each time the girl left her room with the key, and also whenever she returned it. When the woman had checked on Maria the following morning Titi nursed her, she could see some signs of care about the girl; Titi was not the most subtle girl in the world. And, of course, the matron had pretended ignorance and had locked the girl up again as if nothing had happened. It was obvious to her now that the girl was not going to die anytime soon, not with Titi bringing her food every night; even though the food was meagre and only came once every day, it was enough for the poor girl to sustain on. And Titi herself was comfortable relinquishing her supper to Maria; she could easily manage with her breakfast and lunch, except on some rare occasions when Madam Comfort would deny them of lunch, especially when one of the girls fell on her bad grace. After about a few days, however, the woman was no longer anxious to see Maria pass away. Somehow, it had occurred to her that she could benefit more from the girl alive than dead. She released Maria from captivity after a week and allowed the other girls to nurse her back to health. But no matter what the girls did, the burn on her toe left an ugly scar, and the headache she had didn’t totally subside. On various occasions, she would be struck by the headache and it would seem like someone was working a hatchet in her skull. Also, Maria had lost a lot of weight within the first week of her incarceration. The initially plumpy girl was now not much different from a scarecrow. Her bones were so pronounced that it seemed like they were threatening to break out of her sallow skin. There was no dry eye in the orphanage when she was finally brought out of the goat-shed she had been locked in. There was an ugly gash at the side of her face where she had hit her head. And she reeked terribly because she soiled herself the same place she laid. She was dirty; her disheveled hair came over one side of her face. She could barely walk and Titi had to support her; she didn’t mind that her friend was not smelling nice. Maria was taken to the bathroom and washed; the dirt on her was scrubbed off vigorously; everyone tended to her as if she was already a corpse that must be dressed presentably, and by the time she was guided out of the bathroom, her bathwater had turned black. Maria was slowly becoming her normal self after about two weeks. Gradually, she was bringing light back into the home. But something seemed to be amiss about her. While in the middle of an important discussion with the other girl, she would just shut off suddenly. She would have a faraway look, like she was thinking about something sad, something eerily sad. The girls would have to call on her a couple of times before she would look back at them and smile. She was still the cheerful girl they used to know but it seemed like the punishment had broken something in her; a part of her appeared damaged beyond repair. The girls didn’t know what they could do to help her. They might be able to help if they knew what was wrong with her. They had tried to ask her but she always told them she was fine. She would break into a smile again and continue playing with them once again. Even though it had been a month since she was released from the prison Madam Comfort had subjected her, Maria didn’t entirely gain her body size back. She had improved from the underfed child she initially was, but she still didn’t recover her full self. All indications suggested that she would never become that plump girl again. Something had happened to her metabolism; she was not going to be as promisingly endowed as she had initially been prior to the abuse she suffered, even her handy bosoms had reduced noticeably – it was almost unbelievable. Instead, she was growing into a slim and graceful young woman. Evidently, a lot of things about Maria had changed; her growth, her initially unblemished skin, her adaptability to pain, and her emotions. Even when Maria turned twelve years old, she still suffered occasional headaches, and no matter the medication she took, it would still come back after a few days. She had tried to live with it but the ailment seemed to get worse every year or so. But Maria was tired of being the centre of pity; she didn’t want to be seen as the pathetic one in the home anymore; and so whenever she had a bout of this headache, she always tried her best not to make it show. She would be chatting with her peers when the pain would suddenly struck. She would only pause a second or two and continue the discussion without giving them the hint that she was in pains. She didn’t want to worry the girls unnecessarily. The headache was hers to battle, no one else had to be involved. Besides, it was obvious that there was nothing anyone could do about it anymore. Once the pain had been so excruciating that she had lost consciousness. Thankfully, she had only collapsed in the bathroom and had been out for only a few minutes. She had picked herself up, had a second bath and had left as if nothing had happened. Nobody knew about it; and that was the first time it happened. But it was not going to happen again for a long time. *** Titi was one of the oldest girls of the orphanage. Usually when a girl was beyond fifteen years old, she was supposed to be taken out of the orphanage and given to foster parents who would take care of her and give her necessary education, but nothing in the country seemed to work right. Madam Comfort never stopped giving her out to men, including the other girls. But still, she didn’t pick Maria. Even the other girls were beginning to be envious of Maria; they considered her the lucky one among them, for there was no reason why the matron would just single Maria out from the lot. As a matter of fact, Maria, at thirteen years old, had matured more than many of the other girls. She was a textbook representation of the word ‘sexy’. Her scarred body soon faded with time and the smooth glowing skin returned. The only minus was her deformed toe. Her hair had grown longer and darker and richer. She was growing taller than her age, and her long legs were straight and even. Various men had seen her and had requested for her but Madam Comfort had turned them down. She had told them point-blank that they could request for any other girl but not Maria. If the girls had not known better they would have thought Madam Comfort considered Maria a favourite; but they know how much resentment the woman had for the girl. The mysterious thing now was that she seemed to be protecting Maria – something quite unusual. The girls had wondered about her intention; they all knew the woman had no good plan for Maria, still, her demeanours towards the girl was strange. Maria herself lived in constant fear of Matron Nene. She knew the woman had attempted to kill her three years ago. Although the woman hadn’t abused her as she did three years previously, Maria knew she was looking for another way of getting rid of her. She knew Maria was not that ten-year-old girl again; she could not just lock her up again and expect that she died. The girl was a lot more matured, such technique might not work again. Besides, it didn’t work the first time; if it had, she wouldn’t, perhaps, be thinking about another plan. To Maria, her inactions were scarier than her actions; she didn’t know what method the woman was going to employ this time around. But whatever plan Madam Comfort had, it was something Maria would not be able to escape. Titi, at sixteen-year-old, had become the pride of Madam Comfort. She was the sexiest girl in the woman’s prostitution racket; she fetched Madam Comfort more money than any other girl in the block. Men requested for her more than any other girl. The men had confessed that Titi was a true professional; she knew how to handle them. She did to them what their wives were incapable of doing, or any woman for that matter. One of the men had begged Titi to be his second wife; he had promised to build a house for her, credit her bank account with a huge sum of money and buy her a new car. The girl had considered the offers so ridiculous that she informed the mistress. Madam Comfort had forbidden the randy man from ever coming to the home again. Another man had brought a bag filled with money and asked Madam Comfort to sell her off to him. Again, the woman had declined the offer. She planned to use Titi all her life. She would not allow the girl to be married. Even if she became forty, Titi would always be her girl. She would continue to dominate her life, and the lives of the other girls in the home, and fatten herself up. There was nothing anyone could do about it. But as Titi grew older, she also grew wiser. She decided to always keep a part of the money she made for herself. Whenever she went out with any man, she would return with only eighty percent of the extra money given to her and keep twenty for herself. This was a dangerous game she was playing, she knew; if Madam Comfort knew, there was no limit to what she might do to her. But she was sure the woman was never going to know. She thought she had gotten away with sneaking out in the nights to feed Maria three years ago. If she could get away with that, then she would surely get away with this one. But like what she did three years ago, Madam Comfort knew what she was doing now, too, but still pretended ignorance. She was probably giving the girl enough rope to hang herself, or she was just leaving her to live freely. Perhaps Titi was her favourite after all; but just that the woman had no favourite person. She was simply incapable of liking anyone; and if any person became useless to her, she disposed off of the garbage and moved on to the next available person. Madam Comfort was probably keeping Maria to replace Titi. Someday, she might have to let the girl go and put Maria forward. That was what Maria thought anyway. She was most probably being kept as a substitute prostitute. That was the only logical explanation for why she had not been given out all these years. Maria was the only girl in the home who still had her hymen intact. At this time, however, Maria had had a pretty good idea about what the men who took the girls away were doing to them. Besides the fact that Titi had educated her about sexual intercourse, most of the girls usually came back to narrate their sexual experiences with the men they were given. The word ‘sex’ had become such a household name in the home that Maria hated it so much that she wished she could set fire to every bed in the world. All their descriptions were downright disgusting; and some of them seemed to enjoy what they were being subjected to do – something Maria found highly disturbing. Whenever the talk about sex came up, Maria always wisely excused herself without giving the girls the hint that she was uncomfortable with the topic. Now sex was her nightmare. She prayed every day that Madam Comfort continued to protect her against those men who always looked at her with doe-eyed-interests. And most of them seemed like raving lunatic. One had threatened Maria; the man had told her that sooner or later he was going to cross her bridge, and when he did, he would destroy that bridge so much that no other person would enjoy crossing it. He had spoken in metaphors and Maria had understood him clearly. She had cringed with disgust and shuddered with fear. While few of the girls considered sexual intercourse painful, others had found it rather ecstatic. She also prayed that the men continued to find Titi delightful; if they didn’t, the matron might end up picking her up and offering her on a platter of gold. She would be sacrificed on the altar of rape, molestation, sodomy and bodily assaults. She knew praying for Titi’s success, in this case, was a selfish thing to do. But Titi was one capable of taking care of herself; and besides, she seemed to be doing well for herself in the situation. Almost every time Titi was taken out of the orphanage, she always returned bearing gifts for Maria. She always managed to hide the presents from Madam Comfort, of course. She tried not to buy anything conspicuous like a new dress. She was subtle. She would return with ice-cream, chocolate, cakes; she had even brought Maria a new pair of pants, but she had made the girl promise that Madam Comfort would not see them. Maria never wanted any of Titi’s gifts, knowing the source of such gifts, but she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings. She knew there was no way she would refuse the gifts without Titi suspecting the real reasons for her refusal. She knew Titi would feel very terrible, and she might lose her friendship with her. Titi was the only girl in the orphanage she was truly close to; she was a girl on whom she was not willing to fall out of grace. Titi had considered Maria as the little sister she never had. She had taken it upon herself to always protect the girl. And Maria genuinely appreciated that. She knew she owed her life to Titi; if she had not done everything she did three years earlier, Maria would most probably have died. Maria had promised Titi that she was going to pay her back for everything she had done for her. She would grow up to become a successful woman and take good care of her. Titi would not have to do the shameful things she did anymore. She would get married to the person she loved and they would reproduce like rabbits and live happily ever after. One night, Titi went out with another strange man and she never returned. Madam Comfort had been offered a huge sum of money she could not just refuse. 13 Likes |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 2:29pm On Apr 07, 2019 |
The next update (The 11th Commandment) shall be posted next week Sunday. But if you can't wait till then, the PDF and other subsequent updates are available for sale at N50 only. Contact me via WhatsApp or call to know how you can make payment. Thank you and God bless you. LSD 09061754872 larrysundynasty@gmail.com |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Celsony: 7:45am On Apr 08, 2019 |
LarrySun: Well done sir for the update |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Ann2012(f): 7:46am On Apr 08, 2019 |
What has happened to Titi? Thanks for the update |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by queenitee(f): 6:04pm On Apr 08, 2019 |
Titi ah |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Kaycee9242(m): 4:57pm On Apr 10, 2019 |
thanks Larry |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by firebaby(f): 5:47pm On Apr 13, 2019 |
LarrySun:Hi I cant wait for the updates how do I pay tnx |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 6:52pm On Apr 13, 2019 |
firebaby:Kindly reach me privately. |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by firebaby(f): 7:09pm On Apr 13, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 5:51pm On Apr 14, 2019 |
Update 11 (The 11th Commandment) VII Many days passed but Titi didn’t return. Maria was worried about her, of course, but she never lost hope. She believed that one day Titi would return. She wondered why everyone she cared so deeply about kept leaving her. First, it was Matron Nene, now it was Titi. Even the stranger she met on her way to school had suddenly died just as soon as a connection between them was beginning to bud. She now believed that there was something about her that kept people away from her. It was like she carried on her a kind of plague or something. Still, Maria believed Titi would return sooner or later. She had to maintain this conviction or she might lose her sanity. No, Titi would not do to her what Matron Nene had done; her mother had forsaken her; she had left her in the lurch and not returned, leaving her to fend for herself alone. Every time a car drove into the compound, Maria would come out, hoping to see Titi come out of one of them, but she was always left disappointed. Maria was angry at the girls of the orphanage. They acted as if Titi never existed. Madam Comfort had announced to them that she had been taken to a foster home and she was now living with rich people. All the girls, except Maria, had swallowed the woman’s lies hook, line and sinker. Even the matron herself knew that Maria didn’t believe what she said, and she didn’t care. There was nothing the girl could do about it; and Maria would not dare question her about Titi’s whereabouts. Now that Titi was no longer around, Maria knew that the pendulum would swing towards her. It was only a matter of days now. Titi fetched her the highest amount of money; and, of course, she had a good replacement. But the huge money she had been given was still not yet exhausted. The men who had come for Titi were not Madam Comfort’s regular customers; she knew they were most probably ritualists but she didn’t mind anyways. She had been searching for ways to punish the girl for going against her rules, and handing her over to murderers seemed to be the perfect way to make her pay. Titi had stolen from her, and she had also saved Maria – the same Maria she had always wanted to get rid of. But now that she had kept Maria from dying, Titi had literally sacrificed herself without knowing it. The cycle would continue. Maria would take her place and life would go on. Titi had served her purpose and left; now it was Maria’s turn. Maria, too, would serve her own purpose until other men came with another huge sum of money and it would be goodbye. However, Maria herself had a plan of her own; she was not going to go down easily. The woman had not been able to get rid of her easily four years previously, she wasn’t going to do that now – no, Maria would not allow that to happen. If she had learnt anything from Maria, it was how she could take good care of herself. A few months later, the money given Madam Comfort had been squandered on booze, jewelries, cream and clothes. Now the little returns all the other girls were bringing her were not enough for her to sustain on anymore. She was desperate to make another huge sum of money – the kind she had made when she sold off Titi. Selling off the girls was a lot more profitable, acknowledged the madam. On a certain Friday afternoon, Madam Comfort dragged Maria by the ear and took her outside. This was the first time the woman would have a direct confrontation with her after many months. Prior to this moment, the two had always managed to stay off each other’s paths. Maria did her job well and minded her business. She was no longer interested on whatever the matron was up to, as long as it didn’t directly affect her. This sudden confrontation, however, perturbed Maria. As she was being pulled outside, she wondered what she had done to the mean woman again. She was sure that this was beyond an attempt to introduce her into prostitution she had always dreaded. This was more than that; Maria knew how the woman would have approached her had it been whoring business, she knew how she had related with the other girls when she was about to give them out to men. There were men who only desired virgins; they could pay any reasonable amount to be the first to break down that door. That was their own personal fetish. Maria wondered what today’s attack was going to be about; but hell, Madam Comfort didn’t need any reason to beat the children up, she just enjoyed doing it. Whatever the woman planned to do to her, Maria was ready to take it; she was not going to humiliate herself by begging to be spared like all the other girls usually did. Madam Comfort had always considered her to be an egoistic girl, but Maria didn’t believe that was true. She was only maintaining her dignity, giving herself the kind of class she believed she deserved. If madam Comfort would spare her by flogging, she would by all means plead for her mercy. But Maria knew the woman was never one to forgive a wrongdoing – you don’t even have to be wrong to fall on Madam Comfort’s dark side. So, she would not beg when she knew that the woman would not bother to listen. Somehow, Maria believed the woman enjoyed being begged; it seemed to always give her a feeling of superiority, yet she would not spare. The fact that Maria would not beg always rubbed off on Madam Comfort wrongly. It was always as if the girl was insulting her – humiliating her – even though she was the one unleashing the punishment. She had always been scared of the girl. As a matter of fact, she still considered Maria a witch, no matter how beautiful and innocent-looking the girl was. Each time her eyes met with Maria’s, her heart would suddenly beat fast. She always tried as much as she could to keep the fear from her eyes, and whenever she was incapable of maintaining a passive expression, she would look away, defeated and ashamed of herself. It had taken the matron a lot of courage to approach Maria this afternoon and drag her out. She had pounced on the girl suddenly, not giving her any chance to look at her with that stare. She knew that if Maria had stared at her while approaching, she would have stopped in her track and then run back in fear. That would have been so disgraceful, Maria might even have the upper edge over her. If the girl knew that she was scared of her, she believed the girl would take her position in the orphanage. How weird would it be if Maria was giving Madam Comfort out to men instead of the other way round? Surely, the world would be a lot safer place with people like Maria in charge. Even if Madam Comfort was her slave, Maria would not subject the woman to the same inhumanity she dished out to all in her care. She was a lot different from the mean lady. Maria didn’t have any hatred in her. Regardless of everything done to her, Maria couldn’t bring herself to hate the woman; she only opposed what the woman stood for. And because Madam Comfort was not a woman she trusted, Maria tried as much as possible to stay away from her. The older woman had nothing to offer her besides bruise and abuse. Unfortunately for Maria, madam Comfort didn’t drag her out to be beaten, her intention was a lot worse. Maria was going to suffer the same fate as Titi, but she didn’t know that. All she knew was that the woman was handing her over to a man just like she usually did with other girls, but she would be leaving here too without returning. Madam Comfort was just all too happy to finally get rid of the girl, and paid handsomely for that by the way. Even if she would not be paid, she would gladly give her to anyone who would promise to terminate her existence. She didn’t just want Maria out of the home, she wanted her out of the same earth they shared. Luckily for her, a man had paid her a lot more than she received for Titi. “Here she is,” said Comfort, shoving the girl towards the grinning man. The man received Maria and held her in a hug for a few seconds before releasing his hold. “She’s perfect!” said the man who couldn’t be any younger than sixty years old. He was short and dressed in a flowing agbada that seemed to cover him up entirely, bust barely leaving the neck and the head. The local cap on his head seemed to have been knocked askew as an intended fashion statement. And most importantly, and obviously worst, the man reeked of garlic. Maria stared at the two elderly people with dread on her face. She noticed that Madam Comfort didn’t even give her a glance. They were talking about her as if she was not there. The only person staring at her was the man turning his face to assess her shape and lick his lips. She could also see a few of the children peeping through windows and the door. To them, this was a very unusual thing in the home. Finally, Maria would be leaving with a man. Finally, she would become a woman. Finally, fate was balanced. “Don’t forget what I told you about her, Chief,” said Madam Comfort. The man nodded vigorously. “Of course, of course, I can’t forget.” Maria wondered what the elderly people had discussed. What did Madam Comfort tell this man about me? she pondered sadly. Whatever it was that they had discussed, it didn’t seem like they had been planning on how to host her fifteenth birthday for her, which would be coming up in two days’ time anyway. The elderly man and Madam Comfort actually shook hands before Maria was guided into the car and was driven off, out of the compound. This was the first time Maria would come out of the compound after five years since Matron Nene had left her. Madam Comfort stopped them from going to school because she feared that one of the girls might blab to the school authority about what had been going on in the orphanage. Instead, she employed teachers who usually came to teach them in the home. She was not going to leave anything to chance. And she had gravely threatened the girls that they wouldn’t dare say anything they were not supposed to say. Besides, all the teachers that came were in Madam Comfort’s pocket; if any of the girls told them anything unusual, Madam Comfort must know. How the woman was able to gain the confidence of the teachers was a subject of careless speculations. Maria sat helplessly beside the driver as she was being driven out of the compound. She turned her face to the other side to hide the tears that had gathered in her eyes. She didn’t want to show weakness to the man; she knew the man would feast on her weakness if he discovered that she was crying. She would manipulate her tears for his own gain. Some men are as crafty as that; there is a way they will use your weakness against you; while they comfort you and make you feel safe with them, you will gradually begin to lose your guard. They will make you believe they are the good guys, that they truly care about you, that they are not the monsters you think they are – until you generously give them that thing they want. And as soon as they get what they want, they toss you away like a used tampon. Titi had taught her a lot of things, and she would continue to be grateful to her. Because of Titi, Maria had had a good idea about the psychology of men, even though she had never had a personal experience of them. But had she not turned her face to the other side, Maria would have seen the driver of the car that pulled into the compound as they were pulling out of it, and she would have been saved. *** Matron Nene never forgot about Maria since the moment she left in that hot afternoon of 1983; she had always looked forward to the day she would have the opportunity to bring the girl with her to Cross River. She had thought that she would be able to come back to take Maria within six months of her arrival in the new orphanage, but things hadn’t turned out the way she thought. The situation in Calabar was even worse than Lagos. The children there were like victims of war, and there were not enough resources to cater for their needs. It was indeed not a place she would want to bring Maria; she would have to restore sanity first before thinking of bringing her daughter over. The kindly woman saw the situation of the Calabar orphanage as a challenge; she promised herself to save the kids. She would do what no other matron had been able to do. Every person the government posted there usually requested for transfers within days of her appearance. They couldn’t bear the horror; the dying children, the diseases that dominated the whole of the orphanage, the terrible smell that permeated everywhere. The orphanage was less of a home but more of a prison – a prison for kids whose only crime was not having parents. Matron Nene, on arriving there, understood why she had been forbidden from bringing any child with her; it would be unfair to that child, no matter how close she was with her – and she had agreed. And so she worked hard. She refused to bow down from the challenges of the orphanage. Once again, she was going to prove that everyone was worth saving. No child would die under her care. Like she did in Lagos, she started growing things. She farmed ceaselessly and encouraged the grownups among the kids to help her out. They worked night and day; Matron Nene plucked leaves and grounded stems, she boiled roots and soaked barks – she made local herbs and gave the sick, since they were so impoverished that they could not afford western medicines. And the herbs worked miraculously; the children began to gain their strengths. In three months, changes began to occur in the home. The maize they had planted was now ripe for harvest. Food began to come in good supply. The maize they harvested were roasted, boiled and even ground into pastes to make new kinds of meal. Soon, the skinny children began to gain their health; the flesh they had lost to hunger and sickness began to return. It was a thing of joy to Matron Nene to see the children back to life; she would smile proudly whenever she saw them skipping ropes, doing hide-and-seek and playing other games common to kids. Within a year, there was food in abundance: yam, cassava, maize, vegetables, beans, rice, onions, carrots, cocoyam, sweet potato. Trees were planted, too, for fruits. But unlike in Lagos, Matron Nene could not afford to send the kids to school; the government here was even more irresponsible, there was no grant whatsoever, no donations, the churches, the mosques, the non-governmental organizations – none of them cared about the wellbeing of the girls. Matron Nene and the girls had to sell off some of the excess farm produce they had for them to get money. The matron could not single-handedly home-school the girls, and so she used some of the money to employ the services of teachers to come and train them. The rest of the money was always saved for rainy days; a time would come when the children would have to go to higher schools, she would need to be financially ready. After four years, however, things turned out beyond Matron Nene’s expectations. She didn’t know how the news about her success in the orphanage became suddenly viral. Perhaps one of those who visited the orphanage had seen the wonderful changes and had gone off to relay the news to the public. The matron and the children just woke up one morning and saw reporters outside the gate. They came with their cameras and began to take pictures. They had come from a television station and had requested an interview with the matron. The interview had skyrocketted her popularity and the home. It was like nobody had heard about the orphanage before until then. The news about Matron Nene’s good job circulated the media. First, the government donated a huge sum of money to the orphanage, and Matron Nene herself was also compensated with an equally huge sum of money for her wonderful work. Then other organizations, too, started pulling in resources. Donations came in here and there. Masons volunteered to build a new structure for the kids, plumbers did their parts voluntarily, carpenters, electricians, painters, welders – they all worked in the orphanage. And within months, the disgusting, poverty-wreaked home became a beautiful palace. Now the children could attend the best schools. Newspapers carried the captions of Matron Nene and the girls, articles were written about them, television and radio stations broadcast them for many days. Above all, Matron Nene became a household name. She was a kind woman, and she was duly repaid with kindness. Everywhere she turned, she was treated with respect. Money and goods came in so much that they wanted no more; they had enough to last them a lifetime. Matron Nene and the kids would never have to do any hard labour in the home again. Indeed, the home itself had been turned to an amusement park. Matron Nene was gifted a brand new car for her birthday. Everyone told her she deserved it. Even the kids had baked her a cake and had acted a play in her honour. The whole community attended her birthday and showered her more gifts. It was joy at last. Her good heart and dedication had paid off at last, in the most unusual way. After five year years, after the success, after the transformations, after everything – Matron Nene knew that it was time for her to bring in Maria. This was the time for her to host the best birthday party the girl had never had. Matron Nene had been counting the years. Bringing Maria here would be the perfect thing to do. Maria would be the light of the orphanage, and the girl might even take over from her whenever she was gone. And so two days before Maria’s birthday, Matron Nene drove her car from the orphanage in Cross River to the orphanage in Lagos – she was going for Maria. She had started the journey very early in the morning and had arrived her destination late in the afternoon. She desperately wanted to see the girl. It had been five long years! Maria would have become a very beautiful young woman by now, and a lot more mature. Oh, how she had missed her daughter. Her life had never been complete without Maria with her. Now that was going to change. As she drove into the orphanage, she noticed that nothing much had changed about the home since the day she departed five years ago. She noticed a car drive out of the compound as she was driving in. she waved a greeting to the driver and the man nodded in response. She thought she saw the silhouette of a woman beside the driver but she was not sure. She drove inward and parked in the compound, momentarily forgetting about the driver and his passenger. She had assumed that the man was one of the sponsors. As she stepped out of the car, she looked around and shook her head. She was not impressed with what the presiding matron had done with the home so far. She had a strange ominous feeling as she stepped towards the building. Something seemed to be wrong somewhere. Her heart was beating fast; she suddenly began to worry about Maria. 5 Likes |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 5:52pm On Apr 14, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 5:53pm On Apr 14, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by princessadeola(f): 2:28pm On Apr 15, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Celsony: 9:20pm On Apr 15, 2019 |
LarrySun: Ese gan ... Nice update sir |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Ann2012(f): 5:42am On Apr 16, 2019 |
Thanks for the update |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Kaycee9242(m): 1:53pm On Apr 16, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by danielck22(m): 2:12pm On Apr 16, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by LarrySun(m): 2:39am On Apr 17, 2019 |
A sixteenth update (The 16th Foes) is also available for N50 only. 09061754872
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Taniaa(f): 9:57am On Apr 17, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by Taniaa(f): 9:57am On Apr 17, 2019 |
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| Re: Maria: The Sequel by danielck22(m): 11:55am On Apr 17, 2019 |
Taniaa:Ahn Ahn!!! Madam, do you have to quote the whole thing 2 GOOD TIMES just to type "following", SMH Nairalanders can be funny . Nice one Larry 3 Likes |
| Re: Maria: The Sequel by izaray(f): 4:47pm On Apr 17, 2019 |
Interesting Thanks for the update |
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