Op oooo... Oya nau the suspense is killing... I have been refreshing the page like a thousand times

slyIsaac:
OMG!!!..... FROZENFIRENAIJA if you dont want me to start stalking you in real life coman update again....

please give the DAD a painful death!!

real life ke Lol. Will update soon

Missmossy:
Some ladies have seen hell on earth,just like it happens in reality. Thumbs up frozenfirenaija,beautiful piece.

yes ooo thanks soo much

Osasnidas:
. The exact reason why I hate Aries. Secretive set of people! They could kill and bury thirty souls and not even their diary would know!
Hehe I am Aries o.. Pls no hating...
I landed a slap on his face and even I felt the pain. The sound of the slap echoed around the room like an electric door bell,it's resonance vibrated around the four corners of the room and if waves were visible,this one was translational and longitudinal.
D kind of slap that can Change a radio frequency..

lol no hating at all

Osasnidas:
As an African mother a heavy slap landed on my face and I swear I heard the ringing of the bell and even saw the bell ringer and a group of church choristers singing in my head...
@op did it sound like halleluyah hallelujah hallelujah
Nice piece.. Following like a treasure hunter following the trail of a treasure

lol he be like so

teebee22:
#comesouttaghostmode. OP u rock, at a point my mouth was wide open witout me realizin it. I luv ur use of words, it looks soooo real. #thumbsup

wooooow thanks soo much

You are gifted... more ink to ur pen... please tag me

Episode 19
Why did men cheat? Why did they have to be bloody liars? Kwame had made me feel complete everytime I got depressed because of my miserable life. He made me feel loved for real unlike the love father confessed to me when forcefully molesting me.
I could feel my blood boiling to a hundred degrees of disappointment. So this is what heart break felt like; I felt like an orange an Hausa woman just squeezed, I was drained of my joy and squashed into a large mass of shaft. The banging headache had intensified; worse than the pain you feel when you just had your hair braided by a skinny osogbo hairdresser.
If I had an X-ray done,they'll fine my heart in two pieces; one in my throat suffocating me and the other in my stomach . My mouth tasted worse than bitter leaf. I remember the saying "a hungry man is an angry man" ha yes, I was hungry and Kwame gave my satisfaction to a LovePeddler on low cut. Where had they met anyway?
But it didn't matter who the girl was or how long Kwame had been cheating on me,what mattered was he had failed my trust. He was the only one I ever opened up to and it took very long before I told him my darkest secrets. To my surprise he believed me and didn't think I was dirty or blemished due to my past with Father ,this made me fall completely in love with him.
Now I looked at him and he wasn't different from Father and all other monsters of the earth. I had promised my self father wouldn't crush my relationship with men but now my bones began to stiffen. The chill passed upon me and I shivered, I just decided I hated the opposite gender.
Being a bloody Leo,I had stubbornly avoided the tears that made my eyes red and sore but here with Kwame holding his face in pain and looking around for his composure and maybe another lie to tell me,I put off my coat of defense and let the tears roll down.
Spit on my grave if I have anything to do with men ever again.

Episode 20
Kwame gave me the most missed calls have ever had and it took me through phases ; being hurt because he cheated,being angry because he constantly killed my battery and the third stage was feeling sorry for him.
I don't know much about Ghanaians but I know they are Africans and they have their own type of jazz. Maybe his village witches just wanted to tamper with his life or maybe I was just foolishly finding an excuse to want to forgive him.
My alter ego is a bitch. Can't she ever do anything in life without thinking of its sexual advantages? Blame Father.
Mother had seen and asked about Father's wounded lips and he had lied he bit his lips when chewing the meat that I failed to boil well. Mother had ranted all over the house and made fun of my inability to cook well. Maybe I wasn't a good cook but boiling meat? My five year old unborn daughter would be able to do that! Father had played again and I couldn't wait to strike back.
I had called a carpenter and changed the lock to my room. No one was coming in without my permission. Mother hated locked doors because she said bad things happened behind them. I don't know if she thought I would commit suicide like my cousin did. Okay I admit the entire family is full of psychos and weirdos.
If only Mother knew most of the bad things in this house happened with the door wide open while she journeyed around the globe attending parties and spending lavishly.
I still had the unusual sensation and I could bet Father came back for a reason and I knew it wasn't to hit on me or be the changed person he promised mother he would be.
Father had gone out yesterday after telling Mother he wanted to see Theo, an old friend. I wasn't interested in their conversation but the moment I heard the name, I had no choice but to keep up eavesdropping but unfortunately Father was done talking and he left the house in a confident stride.
The name rang a bell.....
Could it be..? Oh no no no..
Damn!

Moisef:
Op oooo... Oya nau the suspense is killing... I have been refreshing the page like a thousand times

lol I don update o

but seriously some gals eye dey see millions of abuse and assault; wish the society can just favor them for a while Buh HELL NO
@op,no be kwame's fault jare na konji

Na which kin suspense be this one na OP biaa coman update o

Erm bae Rukkydelta how does it feels when a skinny oshogbo girl just braided ur hair u start giving urself knock abi

frozenfirenaija:

u will surely get it ooo

nice one gurl.. this is Pen Tricks commenting

:oNice,pls go on

Am really thrilled wit dis write up.kip up d gud work

Episode 21
The shower was refreshing as the water trailed the lines of my naked golden body. The sun streamed in through the bathroom window and it shone on my skin as I glared at my self in the bathroom mirror. The steam from the hot bath I had first had covered the mirror causing my reflection to be blurry.
I stretched my hands and tantalizingly wrote my name with my index finger making sure every stroke was beautiful and well curved like a professional artist. Drawing was one of my many talents but I hadn't developed it even though I had managed to make great master pieces during my leisure and when the fog oflpp0l fear covered me.
Art is a means of self expression. Drawing and writing are my best aspect of art. Often,I put pen to paper and tell my feelings even though I wouldn't let anyone read them. But on rare days drawing did the trick and brought the light that chased the fog out of sight.
I spread my fingers and wiped away the drawing and the blur on the mirror and there stood the real me.
I was beautiful. It didn't matter if I wasn't as beautiful as my sister but I was. My nipples stood in a very sexy pointed shape and my shoulders spread broad with elegance and possessiveness. My waist was tiny and my hips carved down like they were chiseled out by the world's most famous carver.
I held my breasts with my hands and savoured the fullness and they stiffened in response as I bit my lower lip. My hair glued to my skin as the water trickled down seductively and I imagined having Kwame right in front of me in this shower.
I shooked the thought away and dropped my hands to my side. I didn't want to stir insatiable wants and hurt myself for not being capable to keep a boyfriend from cheating.
My clear reflection still pondered about Father and Theo's meeting. If Father was going over to see Theo things were getting any better and I began to realise why Father had come back,if he truly had come back willingly. He had come to finish what he had started
When they met it was never for good but for something much more ,something very frightening.
Something that I understood when I became 10 years old.

Thanks everyone for the comments o mo appreciate

Episode 22
Mother didn't forget my birthday. She could care so much about travelling and living ostentatiously but she knew in the depth of her heart that she should care for a 10 year old girl even though I definitely wasn't her favourite 10 year old child.
I have seen the way mother admired Naomi Martins, my best friend and seat partner from nursery school till primary 4. Naomi's mother was Asian and her hair was curly ,her skin was fair and her smile was radiant. Having an oyinbo friend was an honour to my mother and she did everything she could to make us closer so she could make friends with Naomi's mother.
I still don't know why Nigerians trip so much for white people but don't get me wrong am not racist. I just think we should be reasonable about the way we go heads over heels when we see a white.
Mother had gotten me a purple dress for my birthday and We were going to have a treat as a family in the biggest eatery at the time, Mr Biggs for my birthday .it wasn't my first time going to the eatery but it was special because it was my birthday. The night before, father had snuck into the room even though mother was just at the room above mine. He had touched me and told me I was old enough to go to the next level. The next level of what? I had grown and began to understand what father had been doing to me. I had decide I didn't like what father did to me when I watched a porn on a seniors phone in school.
Before I could utter a word father climbed above me and pulled his trousers down,it was just like i saw the man do in the porn I had watched. I opened my mouth to protest but father gave me a heavy slap and I dint know if it was the effect of the slap that made it impossible to breathe or the fact that father covered my mouth to stop me from shouting.
The pain below my waist line was the worst I had ever felt as father entered me. That was when I realised this was no father-daughter relationship. This was pure wickedness that I didn't deserve.
And when father continued to withdraw and return,pain shot through my muscles and my body aches for safety. I was on the verge of going unconscious when father vibrated making faces then laid flat on top on me disengaging from inside me. It was glad to be free but the tears rolled down because even at that age I knew Father wouldn't stop.
I knew I was in big trouble

Is he her biological father?? Even them do it anyway. Beautiful story, kudos.

Oya next o
i dey refresh page every 5min

Baba o gbadun iya gan o suwon

i don't usually comment here but i couldn't help but confess how much of a good writter you are. i'd advice you publish these work. it will certainly go along way to address and bring to brighter light issues of rape and child molestation and guess what?.. you could make some good money and even gain massive recognition from it.. Keep it up

Her father is a dog!!!!

Frozenfirenaija more oh.

frozenfirenaija:
Thanks everyone for the comments o mo appreciate

You welcome

MrOdyssey:
i don't usually comment here but i couldn't help but confess how much of a good writter you are. i'd advice you publish these work. it will certainly go along way to address and bring to brighter light issues of rape and child molestation and guess what?.. you could make some good money and even gain massive recognition from it.. Keep it up

Yea I agree,

frozenfirenaija:
Episode 22
Mother didn't forget my birthday. She could care so much about travelling and living ostentatiously but she knew in the depth of her heart that she should care for a 10 year old girl even though I definitely wasn't her favourite 10 year old child.
I have seen the way mother admired Naomi Martins, my best friend and seat partner from nursery school till primary 4. Naomi's mother was Asian and her hair was curly ,her skin was fair and her smile was radiant. Having an oyinbo friend was an honour to my mother and she did everything she could to make us closer so she could make friends with Naomi's mother.
I still don't know why Nigerians trip so much for white people but don't get me wrong am not racist. I just think we should be reasonable about the way we go heads over heels when we see a white.
Mother had gotten me a purple dress for my birthday and We were going to have a treat as a family in the biggest eatery at the time, Mr Biggs for my birthday .it wasn't my first time going to the eatery but it was special because it was my birthday. The night before, father had snuck into the room even though mother was just at the room above mine. He had touched me and told me I was old enough to go to the next level. The next level of what? I had grown and began to understand what father had been doing to me. I had decide I didn't like what father did to me when I watched a porn on a seniors phone in school.
Before I could utter a word father climbed above me and pulled his trousers down,it was just like i saw the man do in the porn I had watched. I opened my mouth to protest but father gave me a heavy slap and I dint know if it was the effect of the slap that made it impossible to breathe or the fact that father covered my mouth to stop me from shouting.
The pain below my waist line was the worst I had ever felt as father entered me. That was when I realised this was no father-daughter relationship. This was pure wickedness that I didn't deserve.
And when father continued to withdraw and return,pain shot through my muscles and my body aches for safety. I was on the verge of going unconscious when father vibrated making faces then laid flat on top on me disengaging from inside me. It was glad to be free but the tears rolled down because even at that age I knew Father wouldn't stop.
I knew I was in big trouble

It's really getting more interesting
I've heard about child molesting from uncles and step Dad's, but this is a new one for me

Am move to tears...the shud b crucify....it may b just a story bt sum1 may b goin tru dat...publish it pl

Thanks all will update tomorrow ooo

frozenfirenaija:
Thanks all will update tomorrow ooo

Oya, its tomorrow now..#update pls

maadman:


Oya, its tomorrow now..#update pls

lmao

Episode 23.
Before you can set your future right,you have to learn from your past and amend your ways in the present. Which is exactly what I was doing. I was going back in time to understand my stupidity and know what went wrong with my family.
To understand why father left and It was getting clear
I wasn't the kleptomaniac, father was and mother hadnt believed it when I said father and Theo had planned the whole thing.
Mother often had money delivered to her house by Grand father's business assistant. Mother had a large share in her father'sl company and she was the CEO in the branch she managed in Lagos. When she wasn't travelling for fun,she travelled for business. Love is blind indeed to think my mother a degree holder had stopped low and married a man who could only boast about his SSCE and a mere ND in a polytechnic after studying Human kinetics!
Mother had complained about missing money and blamed it on the house helps in the house. Several times Afura's salary had been deducted to punish her for missing money she allegedly stole. I avoided my parents room like a plague because I was scared they would blame me if any briefcase disappeared again. They never blamed me,I was just 10.

After the awesome birthday treat with my family. Mother excused herself and left in her own car because she had to collect "something" from the bank. It was obviously money for another travel ticket and just when mother left, father dialed a number on his phone.
It was Theo.

Episode 24
It was midnight when the noise started.
The only noise we usually heard by that hour was from the Celestial Church two blocks away from our duplex. The community always complained about their noise but there was nothing we could do,they only increased their community levy .
I steered and woke up from my deep sleep. Father hadn't come to my room tonight and I was glad he didn't. I was still in physical pains from what happened the night ago.
I heard footsteps running down the stairs . I opened my room door and found mother and father running helter skelter in the house. Mother was in tears and father was asking her to calm down as he ran around the house as if he was looking for something.
Mother saw me and before I could even utter a word she grabbed my hands and covered my mouth wih her shaky hands. I could feel her pulse and the fright in her was beyond comprehension. Mother was very scared.
She directed me back upstairs and locked the room door behind me after commanding me to remain quiet no matter what happened.
The room was dark and I was very scared not because I thought monsters would come but because I had no idea what was going on.
The memory was faint but I can remember hearing very loud noise from voices I couldn't recognize. They wanted the briefcase mother had brought from the bank and they threatened to kill her if she didn't give it to them. I could hear Father protesting and begging as they led him up to the room with mother still in the parlour crying and sobbing.
It was the first time mother cried and sobbed loudly but it was the first time we actually got robbed at gun point and a part of me was grateful I wasn't in the sitting room to witness that dreadful night.
when mother returned to my room to tell me everything was fine she had a cut on her face. Father walked in with the first aid box and tenderly cleaned up the cut and plastered it.
For the first time in forever he looked like the gentle man he used to be. The gentle man mother said she fell in love with.
And for the first time he kissed her in my presence.

I won't be surprised if the father planned the robbery

hefelove:
I won't be surprised if the father planned the robbery

Bfr nko.....na d father dey behind the matter

Next ;DNext

Episode 25
The police station was a frightful sight.
A young man was being dragged back to his cell and I knew if he spent one more night in that cell he would not live to spend another.
The detained men looked haggard and had scary scars on their body making them suitable to act in movies about slave trade in 1702.
A stern looking man was staring at me from the bench he sat on opposite a police man that was questioning him. He looked like one of the characters in the movie "twelve years a slave" i hadn't watched the movie back then but now that I remember how frustrated that man looked,I can match the face properly.
Mother had reported the robbery to the police even though father had told her the Nigerian police were lazy and incompetent. Mother had argued out of annoyance that she would find justice by bribery. After all, she had the money and the ability to make things happen.
The D.P.O, Mr Quadri had assured her that he would make sure the robbers and their accomplice are caught because under the circumstances that mother had described no one except father, mother and I knew about the money she had brought home that night.
I damn right know it wasn't me who informed a bunch of robbers to hurt my mother. No I wasn't capable of such great deal and mother couldn't, no matter how crazy I know she is can't have robbers robb her of her own money.
And father.
He was standing with his usual stance and Mr goody-goody smile beside mother who looked worried and had obviously lost 10 pounds in the past two weeks of waiting for the D.P. O 's call. But then Mr Quadri had called that morning saying the robbers had been tracked and apprehended when trying to sell Mother's Gold chains and wristwatches.
And here we were waiting for them to be brought out of their cells so that mother could identify them.
Why was father fidgety?