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This is a short story written by the lovely  @Mizz_Starzz. Enjoy

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This story wasn’t mine to tell. It was when I saw the name ‘Adeleye’ tattooed on a white woman’s back that I began to piece together her story. Funny how there wasn’t any sort of Ade in her given names but for some reason it juggled my memory.

It was during one of our many BBM conversations that she began telling me. First, her past poured out and I sympathized: the many cold nights, the neglect, the public indifference. What got her through it? She’d like to think it was her resilience I choose to say it was God, why? Cos I’m a believer I have blind faith. no questions asked. She talked about how she’d eaten off many dishes and I listened and sympathized some more. She ate the ones of sorrow, of lies, of wrongful accusations, with tears in my eyes I consoled her.

Next came the recent present..

At First, it reeked of love but boys will be boys.

Now all she talks about are the beatings. How she copes? She disassociates herself from the present when its happening. She goes to her ‘happy place’ and watches while it goes on. The only reminder she gets are the scars running all-over her hands and back, angry scars, stubborn scars that refuse to heal. Suffice to say long sleeves were her favourites. She’d never wear gowns, never wear backless dresses too…

Now I understood why.

It wasn’t all pain she reminded me.

She had killed a baby for him one time but he wouldn’t still give her the ring. She would then launch into the ‘Ibiza story’. The postcards from Italy; it had been peace on all sides back then

Lately her story had been filled with ‘I’s and ‘Me’s…..

Sitting on the bus I kicked and kicked myself for not noticing. I had my head so far up my own ass I couldn’t see that she was drowining! She was calling out for help, as subtly as her strict upbringing and self pride could allow her. She was asking for my help and I was too blind to see. And I paid dearly for it too. When it was my turn to pour my handful of sand on her coffin as the preacher man droned on “ashes to ashes…..”

A sudden chill descended upon me.

It was a hot July morning, most of the mourners were too hot to cry since we were all robed in black. As I looked up I could have sworn I saw her flash me a wicked smile and disappear amongst the trees.

Why ‘Adeleye’ triggered these memories I am yet to find out. This is her story. Just as she’d want it to be told, sharing her pain without revealing much.

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Please share your thoughts in the comment box.

xx

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I watched as Chinwe paced back and forth in the waiting area. She looked so troubled. Everyone else was sitting patiently with gloom scribbled all over their faces.

Ricky was rushed to the hospital. I had found him lying on his side when I got back from my play date with Ugo just across the street. Ricky is always Hyperactive. I knew something was wrong.

Chinwe never really liked Ricky; yet she was the most tense.

Why the sudden love?

The Clock kept ticking; we kept waiting but still no response from the doctor.

( Chinwe’s thoughts are typed in Bold)

I don’t even know where daddy found him.

Daddy brought a stranger home. A cute stranger. His cuteness even masked his dirt and smell.

All I know is that he was very cute and adorable. It was love at first sight.

Everyone was drooling over him. He had stolen my shine. I hated him.

Brown puppy eyes.

Annoying piercing eyes.

Lush brown hair.

Ugh! That hair!! He totally needed a trim!

Totally Lovable!

They kept drooling over him. It was choking me! I cannot even lie!

We cared for him.

How did he steal their hearts so easily?

We trained him.

Im so sure he jinxed them.

He knew all of my secrets.

I even wonder what Adaora is always babbling about to him. He cannot understand for crissakes!

I knew all of his.

Stupid noisemaker.

We had so much fun together.

Adaugo cannot even keep normal friends for once sef.

He even slept in my bed.

I had agreed to allow him enter our room. But to climb my own bed! Mba!!

What can cause such mysterious sickness?

He Pissed me off. I shooed him off my bed several times. He did not budge. He pushed me to the wall. I may have wanted to kick him in the gut but I don’t understand how I kicked his head. He toppled down with a really loud thud. He wasn’t moving. I was scared to my bones. I carried him out of my room so that no one will know that it was me. 

I am now a murderer.

 

Thankfully, after the long wait, the doctor came out smiling.

A good sign.

He announced ” Ricky is doing fine now. He just had a few head injuries probably from a fall. We also noticed that he had not been feeding well, that is probably why he passed out”

Before the doctor could complete his speech, Chinwe screamed ” I AM NOT A MURDERER” All eyes were fixed on her.

Immediately, We all heard Ricky’s lovely sound;

Woof Woof Woof” I ran to him to give him a warm hug. We were drooling over him again and He stole Chinwe’s shine once again.

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This post was written by our friend who has chosen to remain anonymous.

My mum Fowards some really cool e-mails to me. Most of them always make me reel with laughter. She sent this one yesterday. I really liked it so I decided to share with you. This is not a funny one tho. Enjoy.

A mouse looked through the crack in
>the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
>
>”What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered –
>
>he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
>
>Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.
>
>”There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>
>The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and
>
>said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no
>consequence to me.
>
>I cannot be bothered by it.”
>
>The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the
>house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>
>The pig sympathized, but said,
>
>”I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but
>pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”
>
>The mouse  turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the house!
>
>There is a mousetrap in the house!”
>
>The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my
>nose.”
>
>So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the
>farmer’s mousetrap– alone.
>
>That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of
>a mousetrap catching its prey.
>
>The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught.  In the darkness, she did
>not see it was a venomous snake
>
>whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife.
>
>The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.
>
>Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
>
>so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main
>ingredient.
>
>But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit
>with her around the clock.
>
>To feed them, the farmer  butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get
>well; she died.
>
>So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to
>provide enough meat for all of them.
>
>The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
>
>So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t
>concern you, remember —
>
>when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
>
>We are all involved in this journey called life.
>
>We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to
>encourage one another.
>

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