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Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 6:29pm On May 17, 2022 |
Pls stop Darlington from abusing my Zee Let her make noise and alert grand ma Thank you Sweet popcorn for you 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 7:15pm On May 17, 2022 |
Adesina12: Lol. I will once I get the popcorn |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Thacutegemini: 8:51pm On May 17, 2022 |
Boss no update frankwriter: 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 8:50am On May 18, 2022 |
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Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 1:47pm On May 18, 2022 |
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Episode 13 will be posted before 6 pm. Kindly wait for it. It's lengthy tho ![]() Follow my Facebook Page: Frank The Writer https://www.facebook.com/FrankWriter1 |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 2:59pm On May 18, 2022 |
frankwriter:Alright thank you Sweet popcorn for you 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by kceemart(f): 7:53pm On May 18, 2022 |
Earnestly waiting for episode 13.Am suspecting that Annabel is the person that told Darlington about Meska. 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Thacutegemini: 8:10pm On May 18, 2022 |
Waiting ... 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 10:39pm On May 18, 2022 |
� Episode 13 � This episode is rated (18+) When Darlington locked the door, he asked how my exam went. “Did you also get to meet him? You don’t look happy, why?” He uttered in one breath. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the tiled floor. Subconsciously, tears dropped on the tiles and he was quick to notice it. “Zee, what’s the problem? Why are you crying?” Silence. “Did you miss the exam, or did you fail?” he sat on the bed. I didn’t even know how it happened, but as soon as I blinked twice, tears flooded my eyes. I couldn’t look Darlington in the eyes. This wasn’t what I expected. Like, how could it be that I’m shedding tears because of Meska? Well, I was so fragile. Little things could make me cry, but I never knew this day would come. Darlington moved closer and started consoling me even without knowing while I was crying. He held me and pleaded that I stop crying. I placed myself in a very awkward position because he didn’t know how to comfort me. I breathed heavily, leaving him confused. A lot must be going on in his head. After some time, I was able to stop, Darlington left my room and when I thought he already left, he came back with a plate of Jollof rice. I was stunned by how caring he appeared. I can’t explain what he was thinking but I felt he must be feeling I failed my exam, or perhaps missed it. I was able to eat half of the plate. There was no appetite for food. Darlington lay on my bed watching movies with his phone. Silence stood between us. Only the sound from the movie filled the room. I just sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone. An hour later, he stood and finally went to bed. He didn’t ask why I was crying either. He assumed I needed time for myself. Darlington’s POV I went upstairs when I came out of Zee's room. I got into the bed in one of the flats upstairs. But after rolling from one edge of the bed to the other for almost an hour, I couldn’t sleep. How could I? When all my mind was on Zee. When I have tasted her before. She was feeling hurt and I believe she needed a shoulder to cry on. After several attempts to sleep for some time and I couldn’t, I went downstairs. I reached her door and knocked. Zee gladly opened the door and asked me to come in. She wasn’t even sleeping. It was obvious she needed a companion. I got into bed with her, and within some minutes, I got closer to her on the bed. Our bodies were touching each other. Zee was wearing a white short that revealed her lavishing laps and a top that revealed her firm and pointed boobs. My stuff got harder after every minute and my breath was hot as hell. I was literally snuggling with her. Then, Zee made the move; she put her face on my chest and hugged me on the bed. We started holding hands too. Surprisingly, she planted a kiss on my cheeks. And that was the first sign that gave me the confidence to reciprocate. Even though I felt Zee wasn’t in her right frame of mind, I responded with a kiss on her forehead. She kissed me again on the cheek. This time, I couldn’t resist. I plugged my lips. I could feel the shock on her. We both started breathing heavily. I didn’t want to stop. I tried to open her mouth by trying to kiss her with more intensity. And gradually, I took charge; I climbed on top of her and started kissing her passionately, holding her two hands against the pillow. For at least five minutes, we didn’t have enough sense to think about anything else. I continuously kissed her entire face and neck too. I knew the neck was one of her sensitive parts. I had noticed the other times we rolled on the sheet. Zee was responding very well. She was groaning in pleasure. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed like she came back to her senses and realized what was happening. She pushed me away. It was really awkward for some minutes. I felt sad and she felt the same too. I was still on. My stuff was still hard down there but I left her room. There was still light, I reached for one of the sofas in the living room and sat there. It was 1:16 am when I looked at the wall clock. I felt Hot and unsatisfied, so I started wanking while I watched one of the movies on my phone. Zee's POV Thirty minutes after Darlington left, I couldn’t sleep. My head was unsettled. Voices here and there, saying this and that. I peeped through the door and noticed Darlington was sitting on the sofa pressing his phone. I somehow felt bad I lured him and still put him off when he least expected it. I could still taste his lips in my mouth and that made me Hot for him. I left my room and walked towards the sitting room. When he overhead my footsteps from behind, he used the power button, so I didn’t get to see what he was doing previously. I sat next to him and told him to forget about whatever happened. I told him not to worry much about it. And we started having a normal conversation in which he asked why I was crying. There was no point telling lies. Since he already knew about Meska and I, I told him Meska broke up with me without narrating exactly what transpired between us. He was mute for a few seconds. Before he could say, Jack, I came up with my question. I asked him how he knew about Meska and I. Darlington laughed with his hands in his mouth. When he cleared his throat, he confessed he once saw me while I was unlocking my phone. So he saw my phone pattern. He apologized for going through my WhatsApp because he noticed my countenance changed when he said that. I didn’t say anything. Darlington said I should forget about Meska. He added that he would still come back begging. I don’t know how he did it, but Darlington was magical with his sugarcoated mouth. And he requested we get back to my room so we don’t get to wake grandma from sleep. We went inside in a second. Darlington's POV I heaved a big sigh of relief. I had thought she would ask about her friend, Annabel. I thought she would ask whom she was to me. I even thought that was why she pushed me away. She seemed to have forgotten I had something to do with her. As I said, Zee doesn’t seem to be in her right frame of mood. She had equally revealed the source of her sadness and sorrow. I was sad she was already in a relationship before getting to the University. It wasn’t the best time to advise her, so I let it slide and walked in with her. I knew exactly what Zee wanted. Someone that could cuddle her to bed and let her get off those thoughts in her head. I couldn’t resist going inside her room for the second time. Zee was talking about her relationship with Meska. She poured out her heart. And gradually, we started to hold hands. Zee went on cuddling her body against mine. She said she just wanted to sleep and forget her pains, heartbreak, and nothing more. I understood her perfectly. She didn’t want us to do anything else. Zee's POV I rested my head on Darlington's chest, hoping to catch some sleep. It was 2:05 am, and we were still up. I could hear his heartbeats. It pounded faster. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Yes. I’m fine,” he replied. I kept quiet. My eyes were shut. I desperately needed some sleep but sleep was far from my eyes. After a while, I felt some pinch down my shorts, I woke up. Darlington withdrew immediately. I lay my head back on his chest. After some time, his hand moved down to my shorts, and he inserted his hand inside my shorts, grabbing my bare ass. I wanted to stop him, but some part of me was having pleasure from his soft touches. When he noticed I didn’t resist him, he went wild with his two hands grabbing my ass. Darlington gradually moved his hands upward to grab my boobs. Subconsciously, I adjusted to give him comfort to have them in his warm hands. I could feel his stuff getting harder. I was now facing up while he lay on his back on the bed. My own back rested on his belly while he held my boobs. He played with it under my clothes and he was considering pulling it over my head. I didn’t give in to that. I groaned when he pinched on my nips. My boobs were very firm and my dark brown nipples were super hard. I was gradually getting wet down there. And again, I lay there, allowing Darlington have access to my body. Darlington's POV Seeing that Zee was responding to my touches, I turned and grabbed her by the hips and lay her down beside me. I reached for her top and pulled it off over her head and finally revealing her pointed and fleshy boobs. I played with it for a while before feeding on them. She was letting out a soft moan while she held my head. I was exploring her nipples like an adventurous Island. I was using my tongue on her nips. Zee's POV He asked if he could go down, I said sure, not thinking of anything from previous experience. His fingers went down on my shorts; his forefinger on my clit produced a major sensation, that was just building until all the muscles in my pelvic floor started pulsating rhythmically and I felt tingly all over. And something was going on in my head like, oh, geez, um. Not even five minutes in, I was moaning and losing it, my body was freaking out, and all of the sudden—boom! I was heavily breathing and trying to pull myself together. It felt so warm. Darlington's POV When Zee reached the orgasm, she then pushed me by the side. She was back to her senses. She searched for her top and wore it back when she found it on the bed. And for the second and last time, I left her room still on. I headed straight to the bathroom and wanked to my satisfaction, before retiring to the bedroom upstairs. With that self-satisfaction, I was able to find some sleep. I know exactly what is in your mind; I need deliverance, right? Zee's POV So sad realizing Darlington and I had shared our bodies again. I never wanted it. All I wanted was just to sleep over my pains, but he surely knew how to make me Hot for him. He was an expert on that aspect. But the good thing is, I was able to catch some sleep after that short and pleasurable moment with my cousin, Darlington. It’s not something I’m proud of. I just lack enough will to stop him from taking advantage of me. So, don’t be quick to call me names, just pray you don’t find yourself in my position. I hope with time, I would someday end this whole mess. *** Friday was the day I returned to Awka and sat for my examination. I didn’t involve Meska again. Since I knew my way to and fro, I left as early as 6:00 am. Before 8:00 am, I was already waiting inside the campus. Unlike the other day, the management of the institution handled the situation with more care on that day, and fewer of us came, unlike the first day. They equally provided canopies to shelter us just in case it rained. And that was how we sat for the exercise peacefully and with less hassle. Around 8:00 pm, I got information from Unizik aspirant Facebook group that the result was out already. My body was literally vibrating. People were testifying about their results while some complained about some errors in the school portal, my unizik dot edu dot blah blah blah... I checked and was shocked to see an invalid result. Then I heard a voice saying: it's all because of your atrocities. This is God punishing you! Ah! I was shivering. I asked them in the group chat, someone responded he had the same response too. At last, after several attempts, I saw mine. I scored 55/100. Well, it was not really bad since the competition was much. I just knew I'd have to commit everything to God because I was really uncertain about the outcome. Weeks later, God did it for me despite my shortcomings. I got admission on merit to study Applied Microbiology and Brewing at Unizik. It was such a dream come true. My parents and siblings were happy for me. Grandma was happy too. But something happened. It nearly took my life but.... To be continued © Frank The Writer ______ If you're still following, please Like and Comment. Please, don't be a ghost reader. Share your thoughts with us. Thank you. 150 Facebook Comments to unlock the next episode.� Do well to follow page: Frank The Writer. 5 Likes |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 10:40pm On May 18, 2022 |
Thacutegemini: Posted. 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 10:40pm On May 18, 2022 |
kceemart: Lol.. No.. Just read it |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 10:41pm On May 18, 2022 |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 8:13am On May 19, 2022 |
frankwriter:Thank you Sweet popcorn for you 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by kceemart(f): 11:16am On May 19, 2022 |
Very nice,Op.You always have a way of keeping your readers in suspense.Hoping to read the update soonest. 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 12:15pm On May 19, 2022 |
Adesina12: My pleasure |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 12:15pm On May 19, 2022 |
kceemart: Thanks boss |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 4:27pm On May 19, 2022 |
Zee self is sex addict I pray she is able to make it out of school before getting pregnant Sweet popcorn for you op 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Shyhumbility1(m): 7:06pm On May 19, 2022 |
Odogwu u gud 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 10:45pm On May 19, 2022 |
Episode 14 � After I realized I had been offered admission to study the course of my choice, I was steadily active in the aspirant group chat. I didn’t want to miss out on any important information relating to the clearance and every other registration process. A week later, I was beginning to notice some changes in my body. I felt tired regularly, my boobs hurt and I was nauseous and 3 days late for my period. It was strange. I never felt that way before and my instincts insisted I was expecting a baby!!! But I quickly debunked that thought immediately. How could it be now that I have been offered admission? Another thing that made me feel I had been knocked up was the unignorable urge to pee. Like, I was the queen of holding my urge to use the restroom. I always prefer to hold it in. But when I tried many times, I found out I couldn’t do that anymore. I always rush to the bathroom and pee. Grandma seemed to notice the changes too, but I told her I was sick. I knew if I had delayed more and didn’t act fast, and peradventure it turned out I was pregnant, she would know after some days. So, I opened us to Darlington. I told him about the changes I had been noticing lately. He asked if Meska and I did anything, I didn’t lie, I said yes. He shook his head, disappointed. I didn’t care. I only needed to do something very urgent before it becomes obvious if perhaps my assumptions were true. Darlington agreed to assist. Truth be told, he was literally like my bestie. My partner in crime. It seemed as if weren’t blood-related. I’d say friends with benefits. That was weird though, but that was what it seemed like. Darlington later confessed he wanted to date Annabel but he soon found out she was a ‘player’ and he didn’t like her ‘Aba' brought up kind of attitude, too. I knew Darlington told lies sometimes, so I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere, or if it was part of his lies. That boy can tell lie for Africa. I fear who no fear Darlington. So, Darlington obliged to help me find out if I was pregnant or not. He asked for money, I gave him #500 naira. He went to a nearby chemist and returned. He came back with what he called a pregnancy test. I haven’t heard of it before. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. It’s like litmus paper. He then taught me how it’s been used. According to him, I’d need to pee and dip the paper inside my pee, if it turned out with a double stripe, it meant positive but if the outcome was just a single strip, then it meant I wasn’t pregnant. Darlington said it’s better used in the morning, which was according to the Chemist. He said it was in the morning when hCG levels are most concentrated in the urine. Did I even know what hCG level was? Damn! I was just scared. Something kept telling me I was pregnant, considering the marathon sex with Meska that early morning. And realizing Meska and I wasn’t in good terms worsened my fear. So, one morning, I summoned the courage to do the test. I told Darlington I was going to check it that morning. So he was in my room when I went inside the bathroom with a container. My heart thudded against my ribs. I was scared of the unknown. What if it eventually turns out double? What next? What would grandma say? My mom, Dad, and siblings? The neighbors? And my admission, too? I was startled by my thoughts. It’s all your fault, when you were smooching with him, you didn’t realize that for every action, there are equal and opposite reactions, the thought that came judging me. When I did the sign of the cross, my eyes were closed for no reason. I pulled my undies, bent down, and peed on a container. I opened my eyes and brought out the pregnancy test that looked like paper. I read and re-read the instructions and precautions on its body. “Zee,” Darlington called from my room. “Yes, I’m coming.” “Why is it taking you time?” Silence. “I hope you know how to use it?” Silence. “Zeeee.. You’re not saying anything?” He finally opened the door and met me crying. “What is it?” He took the pregnancy test from my hand and glanced at it. There were two red lines. I was on the mission to multiply and fill the earth. Darlington hissed and shook his head, disappointed. "Zee, why? You should have done better? Why allow that boy to drill you without protection?” He added to my discomfort. “Ssshhh..” I admonished him to keep shut amidst tears that flooded my cheeks and eyes. Grandma was around, and I didn’t want her to find out. “Then, stop crying, too. Isn’t she going to ask why you’re crying?” I was mute. I didn’t know what to say or answer. “Zee, there’s always a way out,” he said, leading me out from the bathroom to my room. “What way? Abortion, isn’t that what you think?” I said inaudibly. He didn’t say anything. He simply sat at the edge of my bed. “You know abortion is a big sin and what if I die in the process?” “Can you just stop? Nobody is going to die. This is not one of those books you read,” he paused. “What do you mean?” “I meant what I said. Besides, there’s nothing like big sin and small sin. All sins are equal before God. I stared Surprisingly at him. I knew we were taught in Catholic Church that there is small and big sin and what he wanted me to do was categorized as a big sin. Darlington and I weren’t of the same denomination though. His father was one of the senior pastors of one Pentecostal church. Darlington was just the opposite of his father. He was far from being a pastor's son. He was simply a very good bad boy. His look can be deceitful. “Yes. There is nothing like big sin you just have to do this and save yourself before anyone else finds out. You know your father would be disappointed.” Darlington was saying all manner of things and I felt the devil was just speaking through him. He must have done something similar too. Not like I was planning to keep the pregnancy but I was equally considering if I peradventure I passed out in the process. I was young and I didn’t know what it feels like to get rid of pregnancy. I have only read in books and stories how strange and sharp objects are being inserted into a woman’s Instruments, and the whole process hurts them too. While some died in the process and a few others had lost their wombs during the process. And above all, it was considered a big sin before God. Soiling one's hand with blood. That though dreaded me too. So, I'd have to kill an innocent baby? Then, Darlington went on to narrate there were modern ways of getting rid of it. Hence, mine was still tender, just weeks of pregnancy. He said there won’t be any form of complication. He said I’d only need to take some drugs and get the thing flushed away. Dude said it like it was so easy. I haven’t done it before and his words were gradually sinking in my heart. For a few minutes, I simply sat there. I couldn’t feel anything and my brain didn’t seem to work. It was as if everything was behind a thick pane of glass. My eyes were wide and I couldn’t focus them. I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to do. “Zee, whenever you’re ready, tell me. I’ll buy the drugs. Act fast oo..before grandma finds out.” He headed towards the door and when he opened it, he was shocked. Grandma was standing behind the door and it was obvious she had been there for a while. Damn! I was frozen. I felt my heart beating faster than usual. Darlington stood there like a pole. He was dumbfounded. To be continued…. © Frank The Writer ----------------------- If you notice my stories is been posted somewhere else, please, do well to call my attention. Thank you. _______________ Still following? Like and Comment! � I might post the next episode tonight if more people engage with this episode. 150 Facebook comments to unlock the next episode. 5 Likes |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Adesina12: 11:04pm On May 19, 2022 |
And you said it Yawa don gas Issok let’s see where it ends Sweet popcorn for you 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 8:40am On May 20, 2022 |
Adesina12: Lol... We find out soon |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 8:52am On May 20, 2022 |
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Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by kceemart(f): 11:28am On May 20, 2022 |
Thanks for the update.Zee will learn her lesson in a hard way after now.I just pray she come out of the whole mess. 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Golden2100: 1:51pm On May 21, 2022 |
Chai matter Don cast for her o 1 Like |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 7:23pm On May 21, 2022 |
kceemart: Surely.. She will. ![]() |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 7:23pm On May 21, 2022 |
Golden2100: It's a pity |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by frankwriter(m): 7:26pm On May 21, 2022 |
Living With My Grandma Episode 15 � Grandma came in and walked straight in my direction. Her countenance wasn’t that rosy. She coughed and cleared her throat. My heart was beating gbim gbim gbim… Darlington still stood at the door waiting to hear what grandma would say or do. “Ziora, so you’re pregnant?” She finally broke the awkward silence in the Igbo language. “Noo, I’m not pregnant, grandma. We were just…” “Mechieee onu — shut up!” She exclaimed. It was at this point I knew I was in deep shit. She seemed to have been listening to all we have been saying. Darlington turned to walk out but she called him back. “And you, special adviser. Weldon. I heard everything you told her to do. Your parents will hear about it,” grandma threatened. Please, note that everything grandma said was in Igbo, so I’m only interpreting them in English. Darlington didn’t seem bothered by grandma’s threat. He just leaned against the wall of my room and watched grandma unleash her anger. Grandma was going to hit me angrily but I had to dodge. She was so disappointed, annoyed, and dumbfounded for a few minutes. She stood there and stared at me, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Shame and self-pity enveloped me. Then she went on to talk and talk. She even went on in Igbo proverbs, she said something about a stubborn fly that goes into the grave with the coffin. Grandma loved to speak in parables too. There was nothing she didn’t say. She reminded me about her warnings and how she cautioned me about moving with boys but I wouldn’t listen. I badly wish I could reverse the whole day and wait till night before running the test. That was what filled my heart, regrets, and nothing more. “You must not think of killing that innocent baby. You must keep her and feel the pain of motherhood, so in your next world you would listen to advise.” Grandma said and left. I had never seen her in that mood before. She was damn disappointed. And that was it, all secrets were finally open. I was numb; I couldn’t say anything nor moved my body. The thought of my parents getting to know about it scared the shit out of me and not long, I felt the urge to use the toilet. I quickly rushed in and locked the door while Darlington sat dumbfounded on the bed. As I sat in the water closet, I found out I was sweating. Some memories came rushing through my head. The good, the bad, and the ugly. All clustered in my head. It was dawn on me that I was on my way to motherhood. Motherhood at 18? Or, probably 19, because my birthday was four months ahead. I spent close to an hour in the toilet not minding the smell that oozes from there. Nothing felt right in my sense. I guess I couldn’t even smell anything at that moment. And when I came out, Darlington was no longer in my room. I reached to the door and bolted it up and down before slumping on my bed. I thought of Meska, I thought of the probability of him denying being responsible later on. It was still morning but I had zero zeal to do anything. Fast forwarding, when finally, the news got to my father through grandma, it seemed hell got loosened that day. I was crying while my father was talking to me on the phone, and woe betides me if I dare end up the call on him. My father said a lot of unimaginable things that could make one consider suicide. He said he won’t have anything to do with me and my unborn child. By this, he meant I shouldn’t call him for anything concerning money. If it were left for my father alone, he would want me to abort the baby. He considered what I did a big shame to his family. He went on to compare me with my siblings and that really got me. He said I was the worst of them all for bringing down his name and that of the entire family. My father threatened to arrest whoever was responsible for my pregnancy any day he stepped his feet in our house. When he ended the call, I cried like a baby. There was nothing this man didn’t say to me. His words kept ringing in my head day after day. Later in the night of that same day, my mom called. This was one of the worst periods of my stay in the village. At first, I didn’t pick up. She called again, I struggled with my phone and before I could decide whether to swipe right or not, it ended again. My whole body vibrated. I pondered what she could say to me. She had to call through grandma’s phone, and when I thought I had gotten the worst scolding of my life from my father, then came to my mom yelling over the phone. She was crying too. My mom was literally going crazy with the way she sounded. She was like: Ziora, you’re too young to go through the challenges of pregnancy. She said a lot of things at the same time. “How would you cope with pregnancy and school? How would you do this, and how would you do that?” She was asking a lot of questions that I didn’t have an answer to. I started crying too, and that helped me from dodging her endless queries. She made mentioned why she didn’t buy the idea of me staying back in the village and even schooling in Nigeria. The call lasted for fifty minutes before her airtime got exhausted. I hated myself at that moment. I hated myself for coming in contact with Meska. And sadly he wasn’t aware I was carrying his baby. I had deleted his number, so I could stop seeing his WhatsApp status. I felt depressed, betrayed, and saddened by the fact that I might forfeit my admission or get into the University with pregnancy. My uncles weren’t left out. They were disappointed too. But Clinton was lenient with his words. He promised to take care of my studies and the pregnancy if eventually, my father turned his back on me like he said, which I doubted. Maybe because Clinton also had a baby with his girlfriend during his University days and he knew exactly what it feels like to be in my shoe. Well, the did have been done and I had to face the consequences of my action. As they said, nobody is coming to save you. So I wiped my tears and braved up. And that was how my journey as a pregnant young girl began. My belly wasn’t big at the initial stage. The major thing was, that I always had that I-need-to-pee right now kind of feeling. Morning sickness hit hard! Like really hard! I could hardly keep anything down. I was steadily throwing up here and there. I threw up so violently that it forced me to pee at the same time. So embarrassing! My mouth was always filled with saliva. I could spit here and there to the extent, that Darlington felt irritated. Darlington was so understanding during this period, he took care of most house chores while I spent my days trying to figure out what foods I could tolerate. Darlington did a great job in the kitchen during this period of my life. He cooked all sorts of delicacies. And I did plead with him not to tell Annabel about my predicament. Though he said they weren’t together anymore, I couldn’t trust him. He was prone to lies. Then, I hated the smell of almost everything. My room smelled bad to me. I could perceive the smell of lots of home appliances, and I could barely cook because I couldn’t stand the smell of anything simmering on the stove. Grandma made me a special delicacy with Uziza leaves which was believed to be beneficial to pregnant women. I craved badly for African delicacies made with palm oil. They were appealing to me. I also loved Abacha (African salad) which grandma made for me. And I appreciated the fact that grandma still cared so well, even after scolding me. Waking up several times at night to go pee wasn’t fun at all. All-day, I slept like one who had been affected by a tsetse fly. I slept while pressing my phone and while doing other things. *** Weeks later, clearance and registration began at Unizik. My belly was still tender and invisible. Nobody could tell I was pregnant. So, I went without any fear of stigmatization from onlookers. It wasn’t a day process. I spent money to and fro for days, and I equally used that opportunity to search for an affordable lodge. The pregnancy seemed to change everything about me. I needed to work on myself, and I needed to be alone to do that. I stopped thinking about the past; the thought that Meska used and dumped me. I stopped hurting myself with the past. I’m not going to lie, it was never easy. Of course, I still had feelings for Meska but I needed to help myself get rid of his thoughts from my head. Sometimes I cried when I was alone—little cries that came up out of nowhere, and sometimes they subsided quickly. Other times, I collapsed on the floor sobbing. I even stopped eating properly. Darlington was the only one that kept my company. I didn’t have any good friends around. A week before I was to resume school fully, I went with Darlington for an antenatal check-up at a hospital in the neighboring town where we got registered. I had this mood swing, getting angry with everyone for no reason. At the receptionist, I sat and faced down because I didn’t want to speak to anyone, and I didn’t want anyone to look at me. My belly was gradually coming out. I had a slight cramp below my abdomen too. I placed my right hand on my belly and snorted. During the checkup when the pains faded, “You’ll be fine,” said one of the nurses in a white dress. I also had one and one with the doctor. He counseled and enlightened me on things I should avoid doing, and things I should start eating too. He encouraged me to be strong too. He was such a nice doctor. He didn't make me feel bad in any way. Later when we got back home, I felt dizzy and sweaty. It felt like I’d pass out. Grandma wasn’t around. It was just Darlington and I in the house. I slumped tiredly on the bed. He came and ask if I’d like to eat anything, and I replied in the negative. He turned and headed towards the door but he soon stopped abruptly like he saw something through the windows. “What’s that?” I asked. “Isn’t that your father’s car outside the gate?” I got frozen for some seconds. My whole being shivered. “Toyota Camry?” I asked seconds later. “Yes,” Darlington replied hastily. “Damn! This man came unannounced, and Grandma is not here to save my ass.” I jumped off the bed. I left my room and ran towards the backyard. To be continued... © Frank The Writer ________ Still following? Like, Comment and Share! Don't be a ghost reader� ___________ Check the comment section ( Via my Facebook page) and stand a chance to win 1GB of data if you answer correctly to the questions. 200 Comments to unlock the next episode. Kindly follow my Facebook page @Frank The Writer https://www.facebook.com/FrankWriter1 3 Likes |
Re: Living With My Grandma (18+) by Ann2012(f): 8:18pm On May 21, 2022 |
Well done OP 1 Like |
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Ann2012:. Thank you |
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