While you slept,  I stood over you , watching you sleep,  watching the world go to sleep. 
while you slept, I stood awake,  protecting the evils over you , hiding you in the shadows of my being, and kept you away from the withered hands of death.
while you slept,  I lost sleep myself, letting my own worries go while I carried your sins on my shoulders .

while you slept, all was well..

And maybe I should have let you sleep for ever..
that’s what I should have done.

but instead I woke you up, I woke you up from your slumber..

now blood, trail at your wake..

while you slept ,  the little child by your feet was save..
Now I should have known better than to let you open your eyes and see the world in bright day.

that was indeed my mistake.
You watched it first on TV,  the gory, the pain,  the deaths,it facinated you, it excited you. ..You, wanted to explore , to try, to experience and you did ..you did.
the first time you tried it, it was your mother’s favourite cat. 
You had lured it to the dark corners, when it got there you had used a rope,  choking it out of life..
Cats they say had nine lives, but you killed it Eleven times , just to be safe.

You were just seven then.
I watched you do this, I was standing behind you in the shadows…
I figured it was a phrase, a phrase you soon come out from but you didn’t. .

instead you became worse .
the next time, you had gone to your brother’s dog, while it laid on its bed and it’s eyes closed,  you slit it’s neck with a sharp knife, watching it quake to it’s death and it’s bed suddenly became red.
the third time was when you went to school, while the kids laughed and played, you tipped the white contents of a rat poison you saw at home,  into your best friend’s juice, and you watched her foam in her mouth ..and her eyes suddenly went into her head.

You didn’t cry , you just stood there while the other kids wailed and cried, running to get the teacher , you stood there, with a small smile on your face..and when they asked you how it happened ..you said…you didn’t know.

No none suspected a child who was just 10 years old.
And soon,  you began to grow more excited, the thrill was like food to your hunger…and you progressed..

You would kill the Pets around your neighbourhood,  you would slice the neck of an unsuspecting stranger , and you would let the fire burn the curtains as you leave the house of a friend.
For years you did this and I stood idly by and watched , watching you rid harvoc ..and pain ..without a care in the world.
I had hoped one day, one day all this would stop.
but instead as soon as you woke up from sleep, a new thought is formed and another person you crave to kill. 

Like a drug it made you high, like medicine to your weak heart you needed it.
While you slept,  I went out and drank, I couldn’t tell your father what you had done..  I couldn’t tell anyone the bodies you had let burn.. not even your mother.. I couldn’t. 
I couldn’t even confess to the priests of the things I saw on a daily.. No.

They would call you evil,  they would put you away if you are lucky or they would kill you.
how do i let blood of my blood, die at the hands of another.. I couldn’t. 

So I looked the other way when you did this.. Maybe i was scared , scared of the person you have become.

I stood behind you as you sliced the tongue out of a child’s mouth,and stuffed it inside her throat and watch her choke .
I saw you take the keys when  no one was looking and you ran  the old man down, crushing his skull and you laughed and laughed. I was sitting with you in the car, but you didn’t care.
I watched you let the saw go, slicing through your brother’s body.. you were at the other end, his blood splashing to your face ..untill he fell to the ground and all that was within him scattered to the ground…and just to make sure he was dead you sawed his heart into tiny different pieces. .
YoI thought it was poetic.
But I loved him dearly. ..but you didn’t care .
I also saw whem you let the pillow drop, and you pressed down on it as it made grandma unable to breath.  while she struggled for breaths you danced on your feets, you were stronger and she was weaker..
it was sort of an ironic little jest…

she used to bring me sweets and make sweaters for me.
I saw you stab the security man ten times, all because he refused to let you go into the club because he knew you were just fifteen and you had no business going into a club for adults and old men. but you never liked to be told not to do something you wanted to do.
I watched you wait for him, I watched you sneak up behind him when he was taking a leak, and then you had plunged that knife into him , he was too shocked to defend himself and you kept going and going and going till he was dead.
I saw you…sink that baby, 3 months old into the bathtub that you had left running… how you watched her float and then with one hand you had pushed her down,  her tiny little cries did nothing to draw pity on you… you pressed her down untill she floated upside down, her small limbs done dangling and her beautiful little face, much like yours,  stopped smiling. I stood behind you…watching her go,  and I prayed she finds peace…away from her mother who didn’t deserve to live.
And I would miss her baby babies and her innocent pure love …

She was your child. . your first child. .but because this thing within you made you what you are. .no one was safe around you. ..no one.

I watched all this things done by you and I felt sick…I felt sick and I couldn’t let it go on for another time.
so while you slept..as I watched you sleep.. I was determined to never let you wake up…

Because with you gone…People around you would be safe.

I needed to cause you pain so that others might receive joy..
I grab the knife , I brought it you your neck. ..
I have to kill you.. I have yo kill you…I need to kill you.

But as I place the knife to your neck, your eyes shoots open and you stop my hand…
Fear grips me as we begin to struggle,  falling off the bed and struggling…

You squeezed my hand and cause me to lose the knife…pushing my hand away from your neck. .
Defeated I fall to the ground crying, I had failed. .I had failed.  now you were awake , and now..more people would die…Blood is what you desire to see..
it’s  the only thing that keeps you happy. ..
“Get up ” You tell me..
“Get up and look at yourself ” you say..
“GET UP!!!” You scream at me…
I fearfully get up, shaking ..
You pull me to the mirror and tell me “Look at yourself. .look…Don’t you see how beautiful you look, do you want to end it all,  do you want to die just because of some weaklings dead..don’t you want to live and enjoy the feeling of taking another’s life…don’t you feel like a God.?..look..look into the mirror and tell me you don’t see it..look into the mirror and tell me you don’t enjoy it..the killings. ..look…LOOK!”‘ You said to me
And then I look,jnto the mirror and then I look,at first I see the tears in my eyes… I see my rosy cheeks and then I see that I am indeed beautiful. ..I touch my neck…I look at my

 hands. ..Yes. .Yes I didn’t want to end it all..I wanted to live..I wanted to be alife…..Yes. ..I wanted it all…”
Them you smiled and then I smiled. .

You laughed and then I laughed..

You laughed some more and I laughed even more..
We reach for the knife together,  we take it back to the mirror..and then we look at ourselves..
Your eyes were my eyes. .

Your mouth was my mouth..

Your body was my body..
And your  hand that held the  knife was my hand..
And then You..me..look at the mirror and then we smile..
“Who do you think we should kill next?” You ask me..staring into the mirror, your mouth moving thesame time my mouth was moving.
“Maybe..Maybe the girl who keeps singing under the tree at night with her boyfriend. ..Maybe her blood would cause her guitar strings to be less rusty”
And we laughed and laughed…

And then we walked out the door, the mirror showing the back of a woman..alone , with a knife in her hand.
She had been talking to herself. 
They say she was a disturbed child…

But they didn’t realise that…she had always had someone else inside of her..
In the modern world…She was termed as having an alter-ego
But no one knew about that…
No one but her.
The End.
Coming up today still.
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#sweetness #Allthingsfinery


PS : SORRY for the delay. this is Saturday’s story (MAY20TH)




Have you ever seen a Firefly before? Have you ever come across it before..Do you even know what it looks like?
Well I have. 
I have been told growing up that Fireflies were bugs,like those lightening bugs…but in actual facts. they are not bugs at all, infact biologically speaking they are from the beetle family.. you  know beetles right? Good.
Oh you don’t know what I am talking about? then, indulge me a little. 

Because this isn’t just another fable. .

I saw a Firefly once..in my brother’s room., it was beautiful. .. all I saw was the glow it radiated, and I was scared to touch it so I didn’t. .. I watched it till I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, it was gone.
But also was my brother. He was the exact carboncopy of me.

You know,  I was always told,  even taught that;
Fireflies are these really beautiful insects that come out at night and they glow, literally like each carrying a light. you can see them when dusk begins; they light up the night flying, silently moving. there is an ethereal qualities to this little things… they beacon in the dark.
there have been stories of this fireflies, that my Nana had told me, myths of long ago..Maybe even magic attributes to them.
She had told me that some people say these fireflies were a product of burning grasses, and then they are caught, then put in the transperant boxes and used like a lantern, like a lighted fire to a wig in the lantern, but in these case, it’s the fireflies that glow within, like magic it gives you light in the dark, then goes to sleep in the dawn.
Some others say that fireflies are souls of dead solders from the war or warriors who fell from the battlefield. And because they were some sort of protectors of lives , fighting for peace and what not… when they died, their souls transformed into light and then the flies who had pertched on their dead bodies absorbed these lights, they becoming one..
And there were  others. others who said that they..were a beacon of passion,  or heat, of love, of courtship, the males blinking their lights to the females they were interested in and the females responds by blinking theirs, that they too were interested in their advances.

Nana had told me so many stories. …

But the one I remembered that very next day were two that stucked

one was the fact that Fireflies were not just flies which illuminated or glowed in the dark, they had a compound which helped these flies light up called Luciferin, which had origins in a Latin word called Lucifer, which meant light bearing,  in other instances  it was called ‘The Light Bringer’
And the other one I couldn’t shake off… was that if a firefly got into your house or  a lightning bug, it meant , someone was going to die soon. 

And I only remembered it after I saw it,when I feel asleep. And I said I was going to tell mother as soon as I woke up. ..I was going to. I promise.
But when I did, when I did wake up,  I didn’t see the firefly and it was already morning. 
Luke wasn’t in his bed, luke wasn’t anywhere. And our door was closed,so was the window and his shoes was still there on the floor and so was his teddy bear.
I ran to mother screaming..”Mama mama, luke is gone.” but mama didn’t believe me.
“Luke gone, where ? maybe he is hiding somewhere , you both like to play hide and seek”
But he wasn’t there ..I kept telling her.

But by the time she went up to look for Luke when he didn’t come down to have breakfast and had showered like I have ,waiting on the table with father and christy my sister… Then she began to panic.
We looked for luke, we searched everywhere , mama and papa called the police, they filed a missing boy’s report and his picture was all over the TV and school and newspapers. 

we never found luke. we never found my brother .
I was 10 years old then. 


Now I am 15, and I never knew what happened to my brother,  but I knew this.
This wasn’t a folklore or a myth, That fireflies took my brother , and I woulld not let it take anyone else.

Today, I saw another firefly in my house, and this time I think it came for me
I was asleep when I heard the buzzing sound , much like a bee.
there was this tap tap sound against my window pane, as though the tree branch decided to dance with it.

Then I heard the rustling of tree leaves, clapping to the sway of the night breeze.
it was dark, everyone was asleep.  mama, papa, christy.
Ever since that night long ago,  I hardly fully slept.  Sometimes I felt as though I  could hear him, luke, calling out for me. Sometimes I think I see him among the faces in crowd, and other times I wonder if he was standing behind me, in the shadows, or that voice I keep hearing…
“Mother!” …
“Mother! !”
But I wonder if it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Maybe it was. 

I never gave It much thought. I never saw a firefly ever since then.
But as I heard the sound and opened my eyes, I felt a certain heat, close to my arm, as though someone was playing a lighted  matchstick with my skin,..it felt really warm, I wince in pain, opening my eyes as soon as I snatched my arm away, sitting up suddenly.
There, not so far away from me, hovering, as a fly would,  was it. the lighted bug, the firefly.
but what was more scary, was the fact that within the firefly as I looked at it, it suddenly became  a man or ..no it was a woman.
And she looked exactly like my mother.  .
“Mother ??'” I choked out the word, fear gripping me as the once small fly was standing in my room, a woman…my mother. I didn’t understand anything as I shifted away to the wall, the scream stopping in  my mouth and my legs becoming weak..
“Mother??” I called again, as though it only permitted me to speak.
Then it, she..who looked like my mother shock her head, she was naked, the light still glowing behind her like wings, her hair flowing to the ground and her beauty profound . 
I shake my head again…my fear giving way for tears. “Mother?”
I hear her voice without her speaking “Lucifera, goddess to the light bringer Luciferin .”
“So you are not my mother ??”
“No”  the voice radiated through the room, “but I can assume any shape and face I want, creature, man, objects”
“What do you want ..?”
“Twins are a life blood of  sustainability . they prolong immortality . they are pure breed of the humans, and we need this pure breeds to continue our life’s source ”
“Did you take my brother, luke? it was you”
“Is he dead?”
“He is …Alife in the spirit , dead to this world. his soul is connected to many souls taken before him. ”
“Then it was him I have been seeing, feeling, hearing ”
“Do you miss your brother ”
“ever since I was ten”
“Do you want to go to him”

“……..” I am quiet. I missed luke, but I didn’t want to die
‘”You are scared …”
“I would make it less painful. it won’t hurt… I promise”
“But I don’t want to go…mama, papa, christy needs me”
“It is your mother who gave you up, it is your mother who put all this into motion”
“wh..what do you mean? ”
“Long ago, your mother and mothers before her and mothers before the mothers…Began the sacrifice of Their blood to live a long and fulfilled life. they where from the line of witches , over time as their kind began to be killed, in other to protect themselves they had to denounce the coven. but no none truly ever leaves the coven unless you have a good enough sacrifice to give up in your place. During their time, in other to keep us..fed..and healthly and retain our superior immortality..something we had lost when God had kicked my husband , Luciferin out of the heavens. He was the most beautiful Angel, number one praise worship singer, his voice was beautiful and amongst other things he was the bringer of light.. He glowed . but as he fell to earth, he lost it..he lost all of it except a tiny flicker of light , and the only way he realised he could get it back is to have people ,humans here on earth worship him, sacrifice things to him, gave up their lives to him. he ..came like God in the space in their lives, No one has ever since God’s face , and when he came,the light bringer, appearing before them in his little light. they fell and worshiped him. but his own light began to dim, he was dying.. and just like a thought hovering past, he figured that…Since God could give and take life that maybe he could be able to do so too and that’s when it all began. He asked them to sacrifice themselves in return for power, and men,such gullible creatures did so..some voluntaring. And as they died, by the glow of light he struck through their heart he became re-energised. And in return,  he gave them power, dark powers to do as they pleased. but over time; men,the ones on the other side of the divide began to fight against them…they called them witches and they ran a stake through their hearts..Now the women who survived needed to be far away from death, and they came together to renounce and renouncing meant..they leave and Luciferin becomes dim and he dies. so he gave them a condition…In order for you to truly be set free ..you have to give me something in return. . your first born twins…. Those who refused were slain as they left the sacred ground. those who remained…accepted and years and years later, We wait for their children and chidren’s children who at born alike because their bond is sacred and their line is pure,  undiluted to create two different but thesame life forms. And now… Hundreds and thousands of twins have been collected, ..and now  your brother was taken first, and I. .Goddess of Luciferin, married to him and made immortal just like him, the light my glow, have come for you…”
“And if I refuse to come”
“You have no choice”
“And if I refuse to be taken”
“Then your mother will be taken in your stead ”
“You did say she is aware…about this.  that she knew my brother was taken..”
I sink to my bed, the words heavy on my chest. so mother had known, she had known all this while…why we cried, while we buried an empty coffin, and was devasted for months.

she knew..mother knew and she never said anything. 
she was protecting herself.
I was fifteen,  I was young..but I knew this, I knew how it felt to lose a loved one.
my brother was me and I was my brother ..and because of mama didn’t want to die,  because mama had been part of a demonic coven and didn’t want to die she had used us to save her skin..
Her two baby boys..he was just ten..

I wipe my eyes , staring at her..
“You want me but I don’t want to die. why don’t I make my own deal with the devil”
“You can’t.  it has been decided.”
“What if I kill myself..”
“You can’t . you will be killed by my hands,your body desolviing into mine, your soul become a part of me and only your spirit roams, but spirits are unseen shadows, a fog of the night ..like smoke..they do not exist.”
‘Then..let us make our own deal then”

“What is your deal”
“Take my mother”
“You cannot ask me to do that. you have no right”
“If my mother gave us up, she had no right to do so, but since she did and her mother before her did and mothers before our mother’s did, then…I have a right to to give her up too…and if I do give her up, what happens…?”
“We go, and then you become our new pact…”
“What would you now take from me..?”
“When you die, when you do die naturally,  your body and soul becomes mine.”
“But you leave my family alone ?”
“Yes..Yes I will”
”Then take my mother” 
“Very well ” She says without talking , I watch her go back to her form, back to her firefly state , and suddenly she was gone , the once illuminated room became a thick fog of darkness.
I woke up  .
I thought it was a dream..I thought it was a dream.
but when I went downstairs , when I went down for breakfast after I had showered..
Papa and chirsty was already seated, and mother was removing baked chicken from the oven, she nearly fainted when she saw me..
“Luke? ?” She calls out..
Mama and Christy turn, startled ..

I frown…”Its Jake mother. Jake. .Luke is dead, has been since I was ten”

But I notice her shaking..I noticed she was nervous. 
she kept looking back up the stairs I came from , she kept looking at me.

“what’s wrong mother ?” I had asked her .
“nothing luke ..erm Jake ..Nothing. ”
we had eaten and left for school..

we came back to find her,unsettled. ..

She didn’t tell us what was wrong.
I was asleep again tonight when I felt someone beside me, and I had opened my eyes,  ..
but it wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a dream.
my mother was there, by my bed side, she had a knife.
And her hand quickly covers my mouth…
‘You must die Luke,  you must die, I killed you before, how and why did you one back. you must die”
I bite her hand and move quickly away from her..”Mother it’s me Jake, not luke”
“No, you are Jake I know my sons apart, I know my sons apart…Luke had a mark on his right cheeck, I gave it to him while he slept, to mark him ..and you never had one stain to you ..but your cheeck..the mark is there..its there…and you must die”
“Mother what are you doing ? it’s me Jake it’s me, I don’t have any ..” I trail off as I touch my cheeks, and indeed,  my once soft smooth face felt liked someone had slashed a knife across my face .. I couldn’t believe it. it was not there before,  it was never there..

I am Jake.  I am Jake not luke ..but why did I have his scar on my face…

“See ..you must die” she reaches for me but I hit her away,she stumbles backwards, and then she stands coming for me again with the knife in her hand. ..
“Mother..please…” I begged , she was at the door, blocking me from leaving…
“No…you must die..you must..” she says..
then I saw the glow again, I felt it this time behind me…
I saw her eyes grow big…I saw her fear…I saw it.
it wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a dream..
the goddess was real,the firefly was real and my mother had killed Luke when he was ten, by allowing the firefly take him…and now she wanted me dead too..because I ought to have been.
“Come here now..come here ” she screams at me, beckoning me with the knife..”Come here now, if not she..she would kill me” she says reaching for my hand and pulling me near her, I didn’t pull away.. “Come here luke”
“I am Jake mother.. ” I twist the knife from her hands and hit it away  ..
“And I hope you find redemption in your own death, since you didn’t give my brother the chance to live,  you don’t deserve to live either ” I tell her pushing her towards the glowing light, it’s body once again a woman…and her face still my mother’s 
“No no no no no” Mother screams. .but goddess Luciferin reaches out her hands and plunges it through her heart.
I watch her scream stop..I watch her body dissolve and her watch life ebb away from her..
And suddenly…my once illuminated room became a darkness..
the firefly was gone, so was my mother and the scar on my cheeks was gone ., it was back to being smooth.
And I wondered if my brother luke was really here or mother has been going crazy.  .
And then I heard that voice again ..”Mother”
And now I understood it.. 
He was trying to tell me it was mama that did it, gave him up, sacrificed him for her..and I was next.

I went back to my bed and laid down..

For the first time in a long time, I felt peace..and I never heard him speak again.
Tomorrow the search for my mother would begin, and just like my brother, it would die down after a couple of months…and then she would be forgotten ..
And when I grow older, married and lived a long life, I will die. 

Today,  as I laid on my hospital bed, years later, old and grey and my bones weak and my breathing laboured..
My children and children’s children had just left, I had lived a good life ..And I knew that they would be safe..
I see a Firefly glowing in the dark..and I knew this time. ..I would go freely..

And my family will never have to see another firefly again.

I close my eyes as the warmth became hot…and then all I feel is nothingless. ..as the light took me in death.

****STORY 21 (Sunday’s Story)  COMING UP TODAY ***#MAY31 #31MAY #MAY21ST

#While You Slept. .



Happy Place …


So..here is the thing. 
During today’s teaching #Pastor said alot about Restless spirit,  as in people who are very restless in their place of comfort and because of that they want to leave,  and sometimes they actually do leave.
This place of comfort could be your home, marriage, relationship, your job/career,  Your happy place, etc.  This place of comfort was good originally but ofcourse situations tends to bring fire, fire you are not comfortable with and that fire tends to make you want to get up and leave, sometimes it’s the need for change and we all know that change is the constant thing, sometimes it’s the fact that your place of comfort is not the place you have always seen it to be, things have changed, the people have changed,  the Job has changed, your spouse have even changed , sometimes it’s you..your mental state, emotional/physical and otherwise ,they have all changed. Sometimes its all about not also being content in what you have and you want something else out  there…Something that you think you need and would make your present situation ,your home, your life,your happy place better.
But baby you don’t need it. That’s all about the restless spirit he was talking about.

You have to go back to your place of comfort. If you can’t change things around you to suit you, you can change you to suit you, to suit your environment. Things might not be working so good before and then you had to leave, you have to cause a positive change to take place so that place of comfort that you had can return to be your happy place..
Ya’all have to go back, be the change you desire.  Stop being restless or rather allow the restless spirit to cut short your joy. Because sometimes you run away before you realise that it can be better.

Don’t be too impatient , don’t want things outside of your zone because you are running away from things within your zone. The one out, might change too,would you run away from it as well?
Be the change you desire …Go back baby, Go back and change things for you. Not for them or anyone else for you. Because at the end of the day..you are all that matters..your happiness.
And if the Devil has been trying to make you do things like making you leave your place of Comfort….your happy place ? 
Ya’all have to tell him..
And he goes “Why the hell not??”

And also…
Know that everyone doesn’t go through the same part, and that your goals and dreams are different from everyone else. 
A few children who were born together,  played together while growing up and attending schools together do not end up together in their achieved place.  Do not be carried away by the crowd of people trouping in and out, because everyone is searching for a place that they can have their own rest. How about you? Don’t be part of something moving and forget that..once the train stops finally, you should have also gotten  down to your destination ..as everyone else, not be the only one person left with no where to go.
Know your destination, know who you are..Know where you are going to and make sure you get there..without or without anyone with you.



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Hello Sunday. .😘

They say…

​They say..
They say there is no God…and I wonder.. what do they know about God. 

They say God is only in the heavens, and has made earth His footstool.

I say God is in the rains, the smiles, the laughter and in the loving hearts, even the stranger who passes by.

They say God is nothing but a myth, told to scare children to submission.

And I ask..How do you explain your existence,  your being, you entirety.. everything .

They say it’s science. And I laugh and say ..

Even science had to come from somewhere. 

They wonder if I am mad..

And I tell them, even if I am mad, one truth remains..God exists. And he isn’t just in the Heavens. He is everywhere , even in you and in me.

I hope they do believe!!!
~Stephanie Egberike


I would tell you I am fine.

But that is a lie, a lie meant to cloak the feelings of hurts and pain.

A lie to hide all of my  imperfections and shame.

A lie to meant to make you feel less guilty of all the horrible things you said, done and made.

A lie that I have learnt to live with, accepted and even  made with my bed.

I would tell you I am fine. ..

But if you look behind my smiles  and the circles beneath my eyes, you would see that I lie. .

         ~Stephanie Egberike 

Undeniably karma $ Chp.19

Amaka  hesitates, she licks her lips, closes and opens her eyes, her palm was sweaty.
Why did Chidera make her do this, why her, why didn’t she get Temi or Dayo who had nothing to loose to do this.
Or did she suspect her, was she trying to test her loyalty…
Was she actually testing her to see where her loyalty lies..
Oh God!!
If she doesn’t do what Chidera has commanded, Chidera would be mad, extremely deathly mad.
She had seen Chidera exhibit some scary tendencies, she keeps saying things like I would end you, ruin you, even kill you..like she said to Chidinma and sometimes she feels Chidera might do all those, if she had the weapon and means to..
Sometimes she was the devil. But it has always been safer for her when Chidera was the Devil to others, she didn’t like her tactics though but she couldn’t stop her or make her see reason.
She was only friends with her because she feared her, not respect her, because of the benefits she got from her not because she loved her, and because she couldn’t beat her she joined her, enjoyed the respect accorded to her by other students, enjoying the outings when it is dark out  after  school , enjoying the means she got from men, men Chidera passed to her when she was done or permitted her to be with, and being free to being with any boy she liked in school, under the noses of the management.
She was free to do whatever the hell she wanted being chidera’s friend. And she had loved every bit of it, but she didn’t like the way Chidera treated her, scolded her and didn’t lose any chance to hit her at will, if you annoyed her, she lashed out on you, if someone pissed her, she lashed at you..Chidera didn’t differentiate between friend or friend in her anger, but if that person whom she had taken into her inner circle betrays her, the host of angels would not be able to safe her.
Now there is another side to this..

She had been the one who helped Micheal find Chidinma and saved her from Chidera’s evil intentions, and then she had gone to Micheal to tell him not to tell Chidera about it.

Now Micheal had kept his word and even managed to keep his loud-mouthed friends in check..it was a supposed pacts between..well they weren’t friends and they weren’t exactly enemies..well, but..he had kept his word.
Now if she does as Chidera commands, which means that Micheal and Chidinma would get hurt and be punished and maybe expelled from the school, Chidinma would be more affected because The Principal might want to safe his son’s head, Micheal was his son anyways, Chidinma gets humiliated, and with the shame and stigma , maybe she leaves the school. No , she will leave school.
Coast clear for Chidera. Chidera wins

But Now, Micheal, the good-quiet boy who has never hurt a fly might be heartbroken a second time.
First by that his slutty ex-girlfriend ,Gloria

And now by his innocent princess Chidinma , and because Chidera has tarnished her image and sent her packing with the help of the school’s authorities, that would hurt him even more.
And since he doesn’t have Chidinma anymore, he has nothing to loose, he might get angry with her , Amaka, first..and who is to say he doesn’t tell Chidera , as a way to spite her that it was even her most trusted person who was her , Amaka , that even helped him save her enemy Chidinma.
Who is to say he wouldn’t say it all and then, Chidera might..not Chidera would definietely kill her

She bites her lips staring at them.

On one hand, she doesn’t do it, Chidera would kill her.
On the other, if she does do it, Micheal spills, Chidera would kill her still.

There were no lesser evils to this..
What would she do?
She needed a common ground..a safe heaven. Maybe she should kill herself instead, that would be better than have the devil , the queen devil herself do it.
They are asking her again, God, please give me an out, I do not want to be in Chidera’s black book…
“Did cat automatically cut your tongue Amaka, before now you were quick to make comments, telling us of what has been going on in this school , now you refuse to speak?”
“Erm Matron Theressa, I am..i am..’’ she trails off
“I erm erm what Amaka, why can’t you speak again ?” Mr Adamu snaps,
 “Speak up and don’t waste our time “ he says
It was important that she speaks .

Chidera had come to see him this morning, he had missed her. For some couple of days she hadn’t had his time, and he wouldn’t what she had been doing with her time.
She never reads nor studies . she was not even your average student , the only reason why she was making good grades in class was because he was the Dean of the Senior Departments.

When he asked her how she managed to pass even her Jss , she had told him that she was sleeping with the exams coordinator then, he was a bit lazy in  bed but she had to do what she had to do to get higher.
He had been jealous  but she made him forget, when she began whining that full waist of hers on his member and making him scream like a child.

Today, today she had come to him, and he wanted to feign anger.
‘’Where have you been Chidera, why haven’t you come to me since, or is it that you have found another maga in this school eh?” he was seated, his hands folded as she came into the office in the guise that she had been punished and she was asked to see him. She locked the door as soon as she came in.
“Sorry baby, stuffs, school stuffs”
‘’Don’t baby me anything Chidera, what school stuffs..do you know what book is sef eh, do you know how to describe yourself in a written form without using your mouth, if I ask you the meaning of common adjectives can you explain..don’t be silly, we both know you haven’t been studying, who is he..eh? Is he a teacher here..or what?”
She is staring at him “Do not insult me Mr Adamu or you will be sorry, are you stupid?” she is frowning at him

He blinks , he opens his mouth and then closes it. No one would have dared to talk to him this way, no one, no student and not even his wife..but she, she was fierce, she was fearless and she was confident, as though she knew she could do anything to you…maybe that was the reason he liked her a whole lot, it didn’t matter if he liked only her body and the pleasures it gives…
But if he got angry the way he got with his wife when she was being stubborn and beat her, it would be bad..and she might report him, or worse, she might never let him touch her again.
But he needed her, he needed to smell her and taste her. He had never had it this good with anymore, any young woman like her, he was in his late thirties and she was in her average teen. She was old enough to be his daughter….but all he saw was a sex goddess, that keeps him awake at night wanting more.
All the times they spend together behind closed doors; sometimes she had come to him because of her grades, to Ace all her subjects when she writes exams, it didn’t matter if the teacher had failed her, he was the Dean, he could change one’s destiny if he wanted to within this walls under his department, he would pick hers out, have another student rewrite her tests/ exams with complete answers and then he writes her name and submits it, marks it himself and scores it .. she would be grading with one of the best results.
But he had to be careful, Micheal was a genius, a well known one, whoever knew Micheal knew that he had his father’s brains and he was visibly seen showing how brainy he was.. but Chidera, chidera would never be found in the library or discussion classes or tutorial classes. During her normal classes she stared blankly at the teachers and if he was the one teaching, she would open her legs slightly and be touching her breast from the back end of the room, causing him to be distracted, and then he would tell her to come see him after class for maybe talking to her friend , and tell her she would serve punishments for being disobedient. 
As soon as he gets into his office, he would strip , holding his member, he would rub it, awaiting, anticipating for when she would come and she would come, wasting no time she would remove only her panties, bend for him after turning and then he would take her, once the condom had clothed him, he would take her..and take her and take her.
Sometimes she was the one dominating him, making him beg for more.
Now, why wouldn’t he be able to do anything, asin no matter how stupid, ridiculous and crazy for that girl.
She had given him spice , she had brought back life to him. So if she told him to jump, he would ask how high.

Yes she had come in this morning and as she became angry, he had to calm himself  and apologized to her
“I am sorry baby, really. It’s just I haven’t seen you and being with you for a while and I became jealous that’s all” He stands up and goes to her, pulling her in a  hug
“Look , never mind , let me go” she pushes him away
“No no no wait, I am sorry, let me make it up to you, anything you want , tell me I would get for you, do for you, anything I promise..”
“Yes anything”
“I need you to admit to everything my friend Amaka is going to say’’
“I don’t understand ‘’ he is frowning, was her friend going to accuse him ? he moves away from her
“Amaka my friend would be reporting some students to the Matron and the Principal, I need you to concur to it all”
Oh thank God. It wasn’t him. Phew!!! Then he continuous to frown
‘”report what, what students, why?”
“Micheal and a junior, Chidinma. About their illicit behaviors towards each other..and I need you to say it is true, in whatever dimension you wish. I also need you to move for her to be punished, flogged openly, take the walk of shame, have her penalized and even expelled, take her round the school and into the classes, let her be called names and be disgraced, the whole shebang and let her be an example to students who would do what she and Micheal has been doing. Then you must plead on Micheal’s behalf, citing that it was the girl who had seduced him, bewitched him if you may, make it sound like the boy didn’t have a choice and when tempted and pushed, as do all men do, he fell,  so it wasn’t his fault. But the girl..she would be mastermind of it all. That is what I want you to do”
‘But Chidera “ He frowns “ Why? I mean, we both know that there are a lot of things.. things going on in this school that would considered illicit, all shades of wrong, religiously and otherwise..i mean, students with students, students and teachers..i mean look at me and you…even Miss Monica likes girls..that I know. So why are you bothered? Just look the other way, everyone is literally screwing everyone, well except the nuns and the matrons and the spiro students who are claiming virgins for Christ. we are the different lots who enjoy the company of ourselves and explore our desires..which I am grateful for ..for you and me. Going to report them would cause the management and authority to be strict after they must  have dealt with them and we might not be able to be together you and I and keep doing what we do. it would cause the management to keep an eye , a very closed eye on everyone ..it would disrupt our thing together Chidera, and I don’t want that’’
“It would not disrupt us or any other person. That is why you have to be there and concur to her and make it sound like it’s just Chidinma doing this in school, and maybe she is the one sneaking out of the school premises at night , through those holes they just blocked. Look I want you to do it and I am not asking “
“Are you ordering me?’’
“I am telling you, if you don’t’ we are done, I mean done. See this ass, my fine ass and this breast you like to touch ,kiss and suckle on? No more.. you won’t ever see my thighs. If you are horny, then you can go home and be with that stick of a wife who would rather stare at your joystick and lie there like  a log of wood that roll on it like I do…oh that’s a rhyme for you there Mr Adamu, I do have sense afterall” she turns to leave
‘Hey Hey Hey babay, my sweet patotoe, don’t be like that now eh, you know I would do anything for you you know hmm’’ he grabs her from behind and hugs her, kissing her cheeks, she turns away frowning
“I will do it okay, I will” he adds, she breaks out in a smile
“One question though, why do you really really want to report them?”
“That’s none of your business but if you must know, she is insulted me and embarrassed me infront of my friends and hers”
“Why don’t you punish her and beat her up, isn’t that what you normally do to others?”
“Oh I tried, but she had a guardian angel, Micheal who seemed to appear from nowhere and help her out, making her immune from ….”
“Hmm, what happened to your face though, you have a cut to your lip and nose” he touches her face, she hits his hands away “Did you get into a fight with her, was she the one that did this?”
“Me get into a fight with her? Pfffft!!!!! I will beat her blue and black, that is why Micheal is always coming to save her ass because he knows I will kill her and put her to the ground, he knows, even she knows too..me? she can’t even touch my toe”
“Okay then what happened to your face?”
“I erm..slipped and fell, “
“Are you calling me a liar?’ she pushes him away
“No babey, no, just worried. Another question, is Micheal really having anything to do with her, I mean if you want to punish the girl and have her expelled for being an ass to you it’s fine, but Micheal…is he good boy, always have been, plus he is like the most intelligent kid in school, plus the student body president and plus the Principal’s son, why tarnish the young’s man rep like that, he might remain in school but…rep is everything!’’
“because Micheal actually likes her and we wouldn’t be lying. They are dating, kissing and everything , so that part is true. Infact everything is true, we are just breaking it into the limelight. And his father might pull a string or too and leave him in school, maybe his only punishment would be suspension for  a week or two, a step down from SBP for a month, and other minior thingies. He would be fine. She would be horribly and humuliately gone, good riddance to bad rubbish and after a month or less, Micheal would be reinstated, and everything would go back to normal. Now stop asking me any more stupid questions and get going, Amaka should have gotten to the matrons by now, and they would have to summon them , and I need you among them..”
He sighs “  there is no word like that, ‘Humuliately’ Chidera”
The look she gave him makes him raise his hands up in submission “ Fine. “ then he smiles to her “You know I have missed you, really missed you”
“I am not in the mood Adamu”
“Hey, you want to send me to do your bidding, I am going to do it, and you won’t give me any loving, it’s been soo long Chidera..please, just the head, only the head would enter, let me feel you small abeg”
She could feel his rising bulge as he caresses her breast, holding her from behind.
“You know it doesn’t have a shoulder right, so when you say only the head it’s a trick because there is no shoulder, every goddamn thing enters, just say you want to bang let me know”
“Ah haaan!!! Can’t you feel me saluting you from behind eh, please now, please, I will do it fast, let me cum unless I will not be able to concentrate biko”
“Fine, whatever. five in and outs if not I will leave”
“okay okay okay” he is already unzipping his trousers and bringing his member out…and raising her skirt, he leans to his drawer, pulling it out he brings out a condom. He had  different packs of it inside.
Tearing it quickly he licks his mouth…
 “Bend na, bend “ he tells her, sighing she removes her panties and bends… 

Well if Micheal didn’t want to sleep with her, let her as well enjoy Adamu’s  joystick too in the main time … she didn’t realize she was horny until he was already at her door…knocking , she moans
Sighing she turns, pushes him to his chair, and then climbs him, his face breaks out in a smile
‘’I knew you missed me too Chidera’’
“Just shut up” she says as she straddles him, and then began to move, throwing her head backwards, she moves, while he grabs on to her folds behind and in front and starting groaning out..
Yes..he had missed her, and he would keep doing everything she asked him to, if he keeps getting all of that from her on a delay, he would kill the devil if she ordered too.
But why was this fool Amaka not talking, he frowns , was she developing cold feet?
“I don’t understand, why isn’t she talking ?” Mr Adamu frown deepens. He is staring the matron and then back at Amaka
‘’Amaka?”’ The Principal calls out “If you do not say what you have come to say you would be thoroughly punished “
She blinks , she looks at Micheal who is staring at her, she could read his expression or what she feels his expression was saying..

“Just know that our pact is broken, you do me , I do you’
But Micheal was just staring at her, then he risks a glance at Chidinma, she was clasping and unclasping her hand, he wished he could reach out and touch her hand and keep her clam, or even to whisper into her ears that he had no intention of leaving her alone or to be burned. If she burned, he would burn with her.

Then he stares back at Amaka, he wasn’t surprised, Chidera was  not going to go down easy, but he didn’t expect her to report him, if she did and he got into trouble…then there was no chance ever of her getting into his good grace.
But as all wicked people goes, because they couldn’t have something they would make sure that the other person didn’t have it either even if it mean both of them would lose..
Unless, she was banking on the fact that his father would come through for him and only Chidinma gets expelled ..and he remains…then the coast would be clear for her.

What if he uses her card on her..
“AMAKA!!!!” Matron Therressa thunders, Amaka joins

“Ma..i wanted..i mean…Micheal and the junior are are –”
“Lovers!!! “ Micheal says , Chidinma gasps, so did Amaka and then matrons, His father eyes became dark..Mr Adamu opens his mouth and then closes it
“What did you say?”’ Mother Theressa asks
“Senior Micheal—“ Chidinma began, now she was dead, literally . Micheal raises his hands to stop her
“Isn’t that what you were about to say Amaka hmm? That we are lovers?”
“Well..ermm..ermm’’ she scratches her head, okay..what the hell was he doing, she was the one supposed to be reporting him not him reporting himself 
“See do I so I am saying it for you. We are lovers, I love her and she loves me, we have been dating for what..a couple of days now, ever since that dance, I can’t stop thinking about her, and oh she writes me peoms, while I tutor her I talk about love, we eat together too and all that and all that. We have fun, when no one is looking, in my room, yes, she sneaks in…no she doesn’t , she walks in majestically and then we do the do in my room, while my roommates stand outside and keep watch… we are lovers because we are seen around and I talk to her and I talk to everyone. But that is not all…  Chidera, you know Chidera Woibioro? Well..she and I too are lovers, now, she is a piece that one, aside being lovers with me and some other students in the school, she likes to be lovers with someone who isn’t a student..i believe his name starts with an alphabhet that begins with an A and he is ri-‘’
“Erm what nonsense is this ? Matrons Ma and Sir, I think this is a joke. I believe Amaka must have gotten it all wrong I mean, Micheal is a good boy, a good boy and he is friends with everyone , ..the seniors and the juniors and I believe Amaka had seen the way he is with her and had assumed that there was something going on with them you know, kids, she is a very observant student but she is wrong you see, I mean, how old is Micheal, its naturally for him to like someone but ofcourse he is not stupid to do anything and she..she , she has no bad record , never been called to the teacher’s office or punished, recently she won the champion for the tract race, then both she and Micheal won two to three awards for the socials..it is obvious they are friends..which is commendable, this days seniors and juniors don’t mix..but he is bridging that gap saying that seniors can have very good friends who are juniors and no awkwardness , and besides…he knows better and she knows better and-”

“Mr Adama, the boy is admitting to it” Matron Cecil cuts him “I too have wondered about their closeness, when she had that incident with the rash, he had come to see her, with some of his friends while she was with her friends”
“You see” he cuts in again ‘Friendships, why read meaning into it”
Micheal hides a smile, wow!! He was just playing his cards he didn’t know someone would take the piss.. he was going to call random alphabets from A to Z, who knew Mr Adamu was the lucky number A. 
He knew Chidera was doing a teacher aside students , he just didn’t know who…
Oh father , the things that goes on in your school would make the virgin Mary cry and the brothel look like a church.
“Amaka, is that what you wanted to say, before now you said you have been seeing two students, a senior and a junior always together, hugging and kissing, and gosh doing things and that they used to sneak out of school and she the girl goes about committing fornication..that is what you told us and when we asked who you said Micheal and Chidinma, if that is all true, why aren’t you speaking now hmm? How did you come about the information, did you use to see them, follow them and all that?”
“I saw them..”
“Do the do?” Micheal asks
“Be quiet Micheal and let the girl talk “ The Principle orders 
“Yes sir “
“I saw them  couple of times always talking and walking with each other and ‘’
“And you thought something is going on ?”
She nods ..”And i-”
“Which means the information is false Matrons Ma and Sir, a complete misunderstanding ..
“But let her talk sir, I too have things to say about dealings in the school about what goes on in the school, since we are now being reported about what we do, I have admitted to mine and Chidinma and we would serve our punishment , but it is only proper that all cards are out on the table, students , teach—”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous Micheal, we know that you are angry that a false accusation as being laid on you and because you are modest, you take it in good fate and want them to punish you. Things are not done that way. Sir, please if you would allow me as the Senior Dean and in charge of the student affairs, that we disregard this information and dissolve this panel. Amaka is good for breaking this to our knowledge but they cannot assume that because a boy and a girl are always together things go on.. yes students in the school might be going hay wire and I believe our cautions and strict orders have scared them to line. But see Micheal, he is a model student and her, how quiet she is, she doesn’t look the type. He was talking out of being upset, like I am sure others would too. Amaka, please for next time before you speak, do make sure it is concrete evidence not hearsays and mere observations okay?”
“But…’’ she began, what was he doing ?
Okay..if she had to be honest, she was glad. Now Chidera wouldn’t be angry with her but with her Teacher lover.

She mentally dusts her hands, does a meringue dance and then..drinks a bottle of champagne..
She was free…YAY!!!
“Mr Adamu?”’ The Principal began
“Sir?’’ He blinks, please please don’t question them further. He didn’t know Micheal was smart. How the hell did he know about Chidera and Him. If he had left him to keep talking he would have spilled and he would be done for. Chidera might be angry too but he did it for her too, Micheal was going to tell them about her too..and she would be done for as well.
She might get angry now, but she would have to understand that both of them would have gone down with Micheal..No Chidinma . Sweats breaks out on his forehead, he mentally had empty buckets in which his sweats were slowly filling up, he changes buckets again. He blinks 
“Very well. But let Micheal speak “
Hay God!! He grabs a mental gun from his drawer.. he should just kill himself , he looks at Micheal, pleading with his eyes..
Micheal’s expression was unreadable “ Sir, like Mr Adamu said.. but to be honest, she is my friend and we are close..and it is only natural for us to be seen together which is in open. And I am friends with other people I don’t know why they single me out.. maybe because I do not stereotype and just be with students in my level. I am not like that and I have proven that..whoever you are or your level, if I see a friend in you….i see a friend with you. I go to the juniors to teach and coach, I don’t leave things for my assistant and act all ontop of the world. It was just upsetting that she had come to report me just because …I am friends with a girl who is intelligent and good in her own way. So unless this is a school where we should talk to the opposite sex and be friends with them…which should be officially implemented and put in the school’s curriculum, I don’t see anything wrong to have a friend as a girl , to sit and talk with her, eat and laugh with her, junior or not” 
“Chidinma, is what Micheal say the truth”? Mother Theressa asks her

“Yes Ma’am., I wrote the peom because …he had seen that I write so he wanted me to write something anything for him’’
“And what was written in the peom, ?’’
‘’it was about ..” she began, but Micheal cuts her off
 ‘’‘ I wonder what it would be like to smell the roses, to feel  the raindrops seep through my fingers and the breeze course through my hair and kiss my cheeks.

I wonder what it would feel like to roar from the mountain top, take slides down the snow with skates, dance under the rain and eat chocolates and lick vanilla cream off my fingers while I soak my feet in the deep blue ocean seating by the beach.

I wonder what it would feel like, to taste that sweetness , smile from within and squirm in delight and giggle from beautiful sight and soar high overhead at the night skies counting the stars, letting the cloud rise above as I stare down basking in the euphoria of what the earth is.

I wonder what it would feel like to dream and believe, in the past of yesterday, the actuality of today and the possibilities of tomorrow and the flash-forwards of futures to come.

I wonder..why I wonder..and yet, my mind is made of images, my thoughts connotes making them magical  and yet I am nothing but a little girl who love to dream of castles and fairytales and the world where dreams do come true…but then again, reality comes knocking..i am not a girl free, but one whose thoughts run amok and needs to be tamed so that the world don’t throw me into the den of dreamers.  

And yet I do wonder, dear reader..what do you dream, for I see in your eyes sadness hidden behind that smile. What do you dream..to be free or be bound with the shaggles of reality” he ends
Chidinma’s mouth drops open and then close, both their eyes meets. 

There was this..hidden message they exchanged..
Hers was “How, how did you..how did you remember all that and not reading from a paper”
And he was “ I guess when you care about someone, everything about them sinks..i remember everything about you, your first smile, your first words to me, your peom, our first kiss, your laughter and the fact that you step on my toes when you dance”

They almost smiled at each other..
“See, harmless poem, ” Mr Adamu laughs nerviously 
Silence …
“I hope that this is just what it is, nothing , students you can leave and be best assured that we would be keeping an eyes on you all, from now on. Matrons please do accordingly , make sure that this is just nothing as they say..do random checkups if must be, unannounced visits..this is a christain school and this nonsense shouldn’t be heard because it is against our rules and regulations, against our faith and principles ”
“Yes sir”
Micheal, Chidinma and Amaka leaves

“Micheal , I am sorry ..i –“
He turns and looks at her ‘’No words for you Amaka, since you have choosen to go down the path with Chidera , then we have nothing to talk about . Tell Chidera, ..you no what, don’t bother. I am in a happy place right now”
“Which happy place?”
Micheal turns and stares at Chidinma “Oh, it is  person Amaka, something I don’t think you have the sense to understand. From now on Amaka, I do hope you realize that little pact…is off”
“But..but ..she made me, she forced me I didn’t have a choice’’
He laughs 
“between good and bad? You always have a choice and if someone can bully you to make choices that affects people’s lives..their future..then you are more pitiful, far gone than you are and that is quite sad. You are not much different from her…I guess the “ if you can’t beat her you join her’ is what you are doing, you didn’t have the sense to be your own leader, and do what is right. But know this…Chidera loves no one but herself and one day…you would be at the receiving end of her sword, but do you know the worse thing, Dayo and Temi wouldn’t be there to support you when that happens..you will have no one. See why you should have friends who love and respect you…you have no one other that fake girls and an insane leader who is frustrated with life. Let’s go Princess”
They leave Amaka staring after them..

They walk without saying a word, side by side, their hands brushing each other but not touching..
“Are you okay? I am sorry..about..-“
She stops and stares at him ‘’Micheal, “
‘’Yes’’ he is facing her and staring at, please let it not be that she wants to …wait why is she smiling 
She is really smiling 
“If I kiss you right here, right now..would we get expelled ?’’
He laughs “Possibly yes”
“Then maybe I can kiss you later then..because I just realized that..you are one amazing, confident..crazy too though pulling that stunt in there but..cute, handsome…good memory and wow…my poem, I really want to kiss you right now” she gushed trying not to hold his hands…
He smiles, from ear to ear “You are beautiful when you smile. And best be assured, I will be getting that kiss..but we would have to be discreet, but no Chidera ..no Amaka would be putting asunder ‘’ he smiles, briefing touching her hands 
“Yes ..you will babe”
“oh yes I will, plus I like when you call me babe, babe” they laugh
“Come, let me walk you back to your class, have another in fifteen minutes. Plus your friends would be worried about you and mine, well..mine would be preparing to fight a war
Amaka stood outside the door.
As soon as She had told Chidera what happened and how Mr Adamu had stopped everything, Chidera had stormed out of the hostel and straight to the office.
She was happy not to be at the receiving end.
Amaka 100- village People -0
She heard the first slap and then the second and then the third..

She steps away from the door and sat on the pavement..
What the hell was going on in there ?

30 minutes later , Chidera comes out and storms away, Amaka rushes into the office to see Mr Adamu on the ground, holding his head.
She had used the clock hanging on the wall to hit him,after slapping him , then tore his shirt. Mr Adamu was a big man, he should have beaten her. Maybe he was taken off guard and maybe..just maybe he didn’t want everyone to hear and come into his office..or maybe he was just stupid and loves her so beating her was out of it, especially when he wouldn’t be getting  some ever again..
“Sorry sir” she says backing away from the office and running after Chidera
“Where are you going Chidera?”’

Chidera ignores her.

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“Mummy , when is Nana coming ?’’ my four year old daughter asked me, I try not to frown. She had been asking my that question the whole of two days ever since her father had given her the phone to talk to his mother and she had let on that she was coming to visit.
My daughter loved her groundmother, even more than  she did me and that upsets me greatly.

It had been when I was just newly wedded to her son. 
We had been high school sweethearts, for so long that by the time we were done with school, found a job and he  proposed, I thought the day would never come.
But before the proposal and happy wedding vows..
There had been one or two issues . I had gotten pregnant three times in high school and one in college. I had aborted all of them.
My parents were late, the only person I had close to anything as a family was my Aunt, but she was old , she was tired..and she had spent all that she had to send me to school. She was never married nor had a child of her own..so when my parents died in a car accident. She had taken me in and sent me to school, there I met Gibson..handsome , loving, make-me-lose-all-my-senses-Gibson…and before long we started dating and all reasoning flew out of the window as soon as he touched me.
Soon I was pregnant..
We loved each other but we were young. I didn’t have money to take care of myself, my Aunt’s pension money  was what  she used to send me to school…and it wasn’t much, I worked two jobs after school and four during summers, at restaurants, library, gas stations, babysitting and even a waitress at a pub bar..a freaking pub bar.
Having a baby at fifteen wasn’t so intelligent ..
So we freaked out, I couldn’t tell my Aunt, she would beat me with that cane and send me away. I would be homeless and without means to cater for a child because I wouldn’t be doing all my jobs..i would get too tired and lazy and they would eventually sack me. 
But Gibson, he was calm. He told me that he would tell his mother. He wanted to be a father , despite me telling him he was crazy, he was just eighteen, he said he didn’t care.

If his mother didn’t support him, support us he would drop out of school and work for both of us.

Ofcourse I told him he was crazy but he wouldn’t listen.
He took me to his mother, that was the first time I ever met her. She had been calm when he told her, she kept staring at me ..like really staring at me.
Then when he was done, she came to me, and I thought..okay great , she wasn’t screaming at me, she wasn’t angry, maybe it would be okay.

But I was wrong . Her palms kisses my cheeks, it was the second slap that Gibson stopped . She told me that I was a bad girl, I came to ruin the life of her son, that he had a promising future before he met me. She had been wondering why his grades suddenly became poor and how he never stays at home, but parties and clubs and sometimes misses his classes. She had always wondered who the girl was but Gibson had been secretive. But  see what had happened, his little girlfriend had gotten pregnant .
She wasn’t going to allow me trap her son, especially when she had suddenly become rich. She had recently got married to a Senator, Gibson’s father and her were divorced, this was  her fifth husband.

Gibson’s mother was a typical golddigger  , with a black heart. Getting married only to rip men off their hard earned money. Gibson was a product of a mistake, but  a mistake of her doing, to trap his father . 
Now she felt I was going to do same thing with her son because her new husband had just adopted him to be his son, that meant that Gibson had access to money, money his mother wanted to keep for herself .
But I didn’t  want any of that, I just wanted Gibson and I was just so little and scared about what was going to happen.
Then she had told me , told me that there was no way her son was dropping out of school and neither was he going to be doing work on the streets, so I should get out of her house and never to have naything to do with her son anymore.
Gibson would hear none of it, he threatened to leave if I did . and if she stopped him from being with me, he was going to enlope with me and never returned . it was a loud argument , shouts back and forth.

Then she  gave him an ultimatum..i had to get rid of the baby. we were both young,. She offered to pay for it too.
It took awhile before i agreed .

After I got rid of the baby, she found ways for us to break up. We didn’t .

Then I got knocked up a year later , and then a couple of months later again. All three times …we landed in the hospital and she made me get rid of it again and again and again.
I hated her, I hated her but I was young  and I couldn’t do anything to help myself, and Gibson couldn’t help us either. He still lived under his mother’s roof and accepted allowances from her and his stepfather ,..i didn’t have a choice.
And then we got into college, after a year and a half, I got pregnant again. And this time, she had a long talk with the doctor. or who I thought was one.

I wanted to keep my baby. I was 22 and he was 26.. we were adults. My Aunt had died and I was alone, I was interning for a  publishing firm during summer , and he was working in his step father’s company. We wanted to get married. We had planned it all. We were going to have a small wedding, just us and friends and he wasn’t planning on telling his mother.
But she had overhead his conversation with me that night when he asked about the baby.
She didn’t tell him when  she left the house she appeared infront of my door the next day, invited me for drinks , said she wanted to mend things with me.
And I believed her, dropping  my gaurds . she had drugged me and driven me to the clinic, while I came in an out of consioucness I heard her telling the doctor..
“Abort her pregnancy”
But I was weak and dizzy and tried telling him not to listen to her but he did listen to her , especially when he had received a big envelope from her. She even gave him money to take me back home when he was done.
Then she left me, left me in the arms of an intern medical student who wasn’t even certified to be a doctor…Yet.
And he had aborted my baby, making a mess of my womb. After so many long hours of pain and crying and being restrained, he lets me go..forcing some liquid down my throat. I pass out

only to wake up on my bed the next day and thought it was all a bad dream. But it wasn’t . I called Gibson, when he came and saw me he was devastated … I was bleeding on my bed

When he took me to the hospital and we were told that I wasn’t pregnant anymore, he was crushed.

He never believed me that it was his mother who did it. She has been at home with him, she didn’t know I was pregnant..she didn’t know we were evening getting married.
He knew his mother and I didn’t like each other but..his mother would never do anything like that. When we were in high school, she was just worried about them.
Now, they were adults she wouldn’t have been able to mess with our lives and how would she have been able to drug me,  drive me to the hospital and then make a doctor abort my pregnancy, then take me back home


“It didn’t make any sense, which hospital?  which doctor,?” He had thundered .
The times his mother had take me to the doctor, it was me , Gibson and her, we all had been in agreement and had signed a document stating it was what we wanted . And that what I said wasn’t possible.. that it wasn’t his mother.
That I had lost my pregnancy, maybe I  had it aborted . maybe I wasn’t ready..maybe I didn’t love him enough to make things right.
I was angry, lashing out at his mother, she had come to meet us at the hospital and feighned innocence. During our fight I had fainted,  they rushed me into the room to check on me. They found out that I was having an internal bleeding and when they checked. My uterus had been damaged. 
The only  option  I had was to take out my womb if not I would bleed to death.
She had eagerly brought out money to pay for the surgery.

I wanted to kill myself..i wanted to die. I wasn’t a woman anymore and I broke up with Gibson and moved away.
She was happy..because she never called. 
A year later Gibson who had been looking for me meets me again and we kindled, he said he didn’t care that I couldn’t have children of my own..he loved me and that we could adopt, we could adopt as many as we wanted. He just wanted me and the girls his mother had brought for him…lasted a month, the second girl a week.  He got fed up…and he hadn’t stopped searching for me.
He said he told his mother he was his own man, then he moved out of their home, focusing on his life and that I was the only thing missing. 

We fell inlove over again..and then he proposed to me again.
His mother raised hell but he didn’t care, he told her not to even come for the wedding.
She didn’t.
For a year we didn’t see her

And we were happy, or sort off. 

then I wanted kids, I cried day and night knowing I could not have my own kids . I wanted my own kids but I didn’t want to adopt.
Miracles do happens.
There was an advancement in medicine.
i could be a mother without having to carry my baby myself but the baby would be in another’s woman’s womb.
The doctor used  the term “Rent  A Womb” Or otherwise called “Gestational Surrogacy” where a surrogate woman carries the child for a couple , a woman who is unable to carry her own chikd in her womb due to some complications or in this case , Absence of an uterus.
It took a couple of months for us to decide and be really convinced of its successes, and another  five months to choose the perfect carrier.


It was during that time that Gibson’s mother came back waving the white flag, wanting peace, asking to be part of her son’s life. She wasn’t so pretty as she once was, the men had thinned out, and the money spent on stupid things that had gone down the drain, and Gibson’s stepfather had divorced her and moved on, she hadn’t taken a dime. He made sure to fight it in court

She had no one else but her son now..and she wanted to make amends.

I didn’t want her..we had long fights about her.
“But she is my mother and I loved her jules, please. She hasn’t been the nicest of persons but she is not a wicked person, her decisions had been wrong but she thought she was doing right by me..please, lets give her a chance baby, she is my mother, its been a few years and I miss her”
i had no choice, I smiled a fixed smile and agreed. But I hated her still…and I only had one thing in mind…to make sure she didn’t have another chance to try and break up my home again. 

She had come to apologse over dinner, trying to be the good mother, but I didn’t buy any of that crab.
But after a year..i had to give it to her , she had changed, or seemed so, and I had to put my guard down, but I shouldn’t have’
During one of our sessions with potential carriess at home, she had walked in on us.
“you don’t need a stranger for a carrier, you need someone you know and can watch over and see everyday and know that your child is okay and healthy. .Someone  that has good genes and blood, you need family “
I didn’t undertstand what she was saying until she repeated it
“I want to be the carrier of my goundchild, let me do this, let me do this for you Jules” she had looked at me with tears in her eyes
“Over my dead body” I had screamed

But she insisted, she talked about  the fact that she wasn’t that old and that she was healthy.. her son didn’t agree to it, I was never going to agree to it.i rather not have children than have her…she , the one that made this way which no one believed till this day..to be the carrier of my child..Never!!!

Then the doctor tells us that she lookd healtny and then he ran some tests on her.. she could be a carrier.. she wasn’t  old that she couldn’t get pregnant .  she was perfect. .the perfect carrier.
Then Gibson began to agree. We had a month of fights . 
“Baby, atleast we know who mother is and she can stay here and you can watch over her. The other carriers we don’t know what they would be doing when we aren’t looking,  they could be smoking and drinking and puting our baby’s life in danger and what if they ran away with our baby and go  sell her /he off when she had given birth for  money, people do that..baby, think about it. ”
It took a lot of convincing. Then we all went to the hospital, it was done, three weeks later

She came out of the toilet with a pregnancy home kit stick and became to scream. She was pregnant ;

We were happy. Finally I would be able to become a mother.
That was the begining  of my pain and miseries

All the while she carried our baby for us, she made sure I always got into trouble with Gibson complaining that I didn’t take care of her,  I starve her , and wanted her to get a miscarriage because  she was pregnant despite being old and that I couldn’t even afford to carry  a  baby because I wasn’t a woman.  She caused so much trouble that I and Gibson began fighting all the time and sometimes I even threatened  to quit the marriage
“Marry your mother then” I had retorted one day
But we  make up a week later. But for months…it was hell and I couldn’t wait for her to give birth so I could take  my baby and kick her out.
Alexis grace was born a year later, my beautiful beautiful  baby.  But i didn’t get the chance to hold her, bath her or even feed her. His mother said she was her daughter and she was the only who carried and nurtured her in her womb ..
It was another battle, I could only come near her but not touch her. Gibson didn’t believe me when I told him about this when he was around at home , his mother played eye service, bringing Alexis grace  out  to play with em but as soon as he leaves for work,  she snatches her away from me and dare me not to come close.

I was sick and depressed and couldnt  even take care of my child.
It took lots of fighting and stugging to cause her to let go of Alexis, then I gave me him untilmtum.
“Tell you mother to leave or I will and I will take A lexis grace and you will never see us ever again.”
He told her to go away for a while and that  she could only come visit when we allow her, her crocodile tears only made me feel sick.
“Alexis is my Child Mrs Janet, she is mine, I and Gibson’s, you carried her but she is not yours..so please let me be with my daughter please ” I cried 

She left, and came only to visit when I agreed but it was on my terms . 
Its been five years now… and everytome she came, she always caused a rift between Gisbson and I and I was tired..tired of it all.

She was old and grey but her heart was still  ruthless.
But the pain painful part was that..whenever she came, she turned Alexis to her and told her things. Alexis was smart and mature for a four year old..
It was when she began calling her mother instead of Grandma, and me Aunty instead of mummy  and drew her , her father and grandma instead of me on her books and assigmemts that I became worried. 
“Don’t be dramatic baby, she and my mother share a bond, she is  my child, our child but mother carrird her for us. She would feel connected to my mother too’’
“Not this way not this way…’’
But it fell on deaf ears.
Then one day, after not been allowed to visit for weeks, she had come, baring gifts
“I haven’t seen my grandchild for soo long Gibson , please . allow an old woman her final wish”
Gibson, gullible Gibson had  refused,  she had called and then she said she wanted to speak to Alexis , whatever she told her on the phone, Alexis started asking me nonstop that she wanted to see her Nana..
I didn’t want his mother near my child..i didn’t. she was bad influence . Alexis was all that I had. His mother wasn’t going to come here and ruin this ..not ever again!
And I  told him but as always “ She is my mother Jules, she loves the girl, let her..please “
Nothing I said made him change his mind and I was fed up, fed up of always allowing her have her way and not having him believe me.
“Mummy, when is she coming , Nana?’’ Alexis askes again, I sigh ,  turning to stare at her “Today, any second now, daddy went to get her”

Her beautiful face breaks out in a smile “now I am so happy”
“Alexis, you know I love you right?”
“Yes mummy and I love you too, even daddy and Nana especially “ my face darkens 
“You love me more because I am your mother not her”
“But she told me she was the one who carried me and that she is my real mother and that you are the one daddy married and I should call you mummy but Nana says she was my mother ..real mother. So I have two mothers, you and Nana “ she says

No , I didn’t  want Gibson’s mother in my house
A few hours gone by as she came and as usual,   she had caused I and Gibson to fight and then she has taken Alexis, to the other oom and was playing with her
Angry with Gibson I had told him she was not staying in the hosue ans I was done having her come into our lives and messed things up. She was  never coming  near I and my daughter again.
Gibson and I fought about it.

I wss coming to tell her about leaving  that minute when I heard her  telling Alexis of how much of a bad person I was, and how I had tried to desroy her son’s life  and  future , and how she had been the only one sustaining them.
And lastly, she told her how I was not able to be a mother because I had thrown away all my babies and damaged my womb and that she was her real mother and that she shouldn’t worry, she would take her and go when she  was going. 
I didn’t interrupt them ..no..
I knew going back to tell Gibson what was going on  wouldn’t change a thing, because he wouldn’t believe me.
So I went back to my room and waited.
I didn’t bring it up, infact I didn’t bring anything up.
It was five days later when she was meant leave, she had offered to drop Alexis in school.
Gibson had agreed, I, for the first time didn’t object. 
I and Gibson went to work, while she took Alexis to school.

But she had come back an hour later and  began packinv Alexis things , she really was going to go away with my daughter after making me have four abortions and and an empty womb.
 There was no way I waa letting her do that.
Over my dead body, or over hers

I didn’t go to work, I had been waiting in the corner of the house, just waiting , until I had seen her car drive back..
I gave her a few minutes then I entered the house ..
She was in Alexis room, parking her cloths and toys, everything.
“What are you doing??’ I asked her 
She freezes and turns, shocked for only a second , then when she realised I was alone, her act drops “Taking my daughter, away from you. What you and my son have would not last, I would make sure of it. I would take
 Alexis and he would be soo davastated and think she has been kidnapped that it would be put a strain on your relationship, and I would miraculiously show up a week or two later with her and tell him she ran away and came to me…and then he would see just how horrible of a mother you are and then he would leave you. I never liked you Jules, I never did . and I never wanted you to be with my son. I loved him too much to allow him settle for less….why did you think I asked to be the carrier? To spite you. I never wanted you to be a part of his life, much less carry his child “
“Why, why do you hate me so much?”’
“No reason..oh well, what can I say…I just do. You with your goody-two shoes and innocence . you remin so much of what I was never…someone who didn’t have to fight so much for what you had, despite having gone through challenges, you still came out strong and ..i just hated you because ,my son loved you enough to go against me ..every single time for years he still stuck with you. Even when you couldn’t have any children..he still wanted you. It was beyond me ..beyound me.”
“It doesn’t ,make sense. I never did anything to you..i just loved your son and wanted a life with him, a home..a child. But you took all that away from me..why?”
“at first I felt you wanted to ruin his life by making him a  baby daddy, and then the second time I felt you got pregnant again to spite me, and the third time ..i wanted to prove to you that…I can control what goes on in my son’s life and then the last..the last time, I wanted to make sure that you never have to go against me ever again, wether I was there or not..”
“And you made sure I never was able to get pregnant again right? ”  I ask her , anger boiling 
“Oh yes..and do you know why I am who I am? Because my son would have never believed you. you didn’t have prove.  if not worse he thought you were crazy and when you both finally broke up, I was ontop of the moon. So happy I threw a party in your exit. I gave him girls , for  a year I threw them at his face but he didn’t even bulge, he kept crying and whining about you and when he found you, married you behind my back..i was furious, so furious..and no matter how much  I tried to come back imto his life , you were a stumbling block and when I heard you were looking for children, I made sure the doctor friend of mine got on  your case, made sure he  I suggested it  and made sure he convinced Gibson to allow me be a carrier and when it happened , everything went easy. Alexis is my child not yours and she would never be your child never. I am taking her away from here, away from you, and when you are gone, I would be here to take care of m son and my daughter” she said
“You are sick, you are insane “ I screamed at her
“No, I am not, but you would be gone from here. Now get out, or move out of my way, “ she pushes me and continiued  parking.
I don’t say anything, I turn and leave her, I hear her laughter .
I went into the kitchen, I got a knife.

No..i got two knives, a bin bag, some towels , then I went back to the room
“I thought you had left…?”  she didn’t turn, she didn’t look at me
“No , I thought about it and I decide that I am not leaving and neither are you. i am done reporting your crazy ass to your son, he is as gullible as a child ..no, I will deal with the devil in my house, even if it means I become the devil myself “
When she turns and stares at me , she is shocked “What..what are you going to do with those, Jules put it down”
“Oh..i am going to do what I was meant to do from the begining …” 
“Jules…put it down, okay I will leave I promise please”
“Yes, and then come back and ruin me completely? No Nana..you are done for..today , today is the last time you torment my life and try to break my family..today I free us from you” I made for her, pushing her to the bed as she screams, with both hands I jab the knives into her eyes..
She screams holding onto her eyes

I drag her up and push her on the ground, removing the knives I jab her multiple times into her chest.

I don’t stop until her felt her quake and jerk to her death.
Wiping the blood from my face…i leave  her going to get an axe, from the wood my husband kept outside. I cut up her up, limb for limb,  put them into a bag and drag them into my car.. 
No one was about. 
People were too serious in my neighbourhood,  bunch of workaholics. 
which was perfect for me.

I cleaned up the house, changed the sheets, threw the blood stained sheets and towels in the bin bag.. I made sure the house was clean. I had  a shower ..
 I got into her car and drove away,..returning two hours later

I  went to work, and came home .

I had  put the car on drive and let it go into the lake…, no finger prints…no one would know I did it even if they found the car and her dead body. Which they would never find.

Its been a month now… Gibson was worried, he hasn’t  been able to get across to his mother.
They declared her missing.
After three months they stopped searching.
Its been six months …and she has been forgotten.. even Alexis had stopped asking about her, and Gibson has long concluded that either she had moved on or she was dead.

But I knew ..i knew the truth , I had killed my hudsband’s mother, and I didn’t regret it
Smiling I turn to Alexis who was pulling my hands “C’mon mummy, “
“Where to baby?’’
“To see Nana, to see Nana!!’’ she says, I nearly fainted when she dragged me outside ..
It was a picture of my husband’s mother which she had drawn, and underneath she had written “I love you mummy”
And I wonder..will I ever be free of her even in her death

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