Monday, 18 December 2017

The Delicate Episode 1

Beautiful, delicate and naive.
Light hearted and cheerful.
She loved the stars and enjoyed reading stories.
She laughed and played alot.
She played and rolled on the carpet grass and was always eager to play with sand along the beach.
A happy little girl she was.
Suddenly her preserved innocence was stolen,
Red and flowing down her legs.
She once trusted the thief and even listened to stories the thief once told her.
Dirty and out of place she felt. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her.
She tried to talk but the thief shut her up and tried to make her believe it was right, but she knew deep within that it was the wrong thing to do.
The thief came over and over again to take every virtue from her.
She suffered in silence and was threatened to be killed if she talked.
She began to see it as her fault and felt guilty.
Her joy and happiness had been taken away from her, her childhood snatched from her.
When the sun sets and every creature had gone to find a resting place,
She stayed up wide eyed and fearful watching out for the thief who was always lurking in the corner.
Filled with dread, she tried to tell people who she thought cared about her,
They didn’t believe a word she said, she was laughed at and told she was making up stories. She lost her voice and lived in pain and guilt
Gradually she grew into a woman who realized enough is enough.
She was not going to allow anyone tamper with her life anymore.
She took off her white dress and replaced it with a hot steaming red dress; anyone that dared to touch her would get burnt. It was time to be a woman that wasn’t ruled by anyone.
Watch her walk with poise and sit on a throne with a gold crown adorned with many precious stones placed on her head. A woman of honor, class, dignity and prestige.
The thief comes crawling on knees, seeing how powerful she had become. She shuts her eyes, and her heart thought of mercy, but her head suggested otherwise, she opens her eyes and points to the furnace, the thief would pay for every virtue that was stolen from her.
Chapter one
My name is Amarachi Adiekwu, fondly called Ama by all who knew me before now. Am from Nnewi, Anambra state, Nigeria. One of the states from the eastern part of our great country, a country that has done nothing other than prove to me that justice belongs to the….
I came from a family of five or should I say four cause my brother, actually my twin brother died as soon as we were born. He was the first person to leave me all by my self on this earth, with little or no one at all to fight for me.
With that single act, he told me that I will have to learn to be a strong woman or I will choose to be that weakly of a girl whose tears had become her pillow, soaking and drilling her hopes away, making her incapable of doing anything other than crying her eyes all out, for people who she can actually win if only she would choose to fight.
I remember my mum saying that she would have loved to call him Chinonso. Makes me wonder if God is really that close or he just pretend to be when he isn't. If only he was alive, what if he was still with me, then probably he would have believed me and become the only one that believes that I was saying the truth about "Him."
May be he would have fought for me and never let me do it all alone, and just may be all those bloods wouldn't have been shared. But these are just may be's, cause he left me the very moment we came out and he discovered that I was filled with bad luck.
May be that was where my trauma started or may be I grew up with it. But all the same, I think I was born with it. I had what you call a perfect life, a perfect mum, a perfect dad and a sweet brother. Well so I thought until life hit me big time on the face.
My dad was a politician, he was a local government chairman in our town back there at Nnewi . And my mum owns a couple of shops in both Main Market and Relieve market Onitsha, Anambra state.
I know what you are thinking and you are right, I was born with that kind of a silver spoon but believe me, not all that glitters are Gold. Cause trust me, some are just thorn among the real crops.
I had a sweet brother, Chima, who loved me no matter how naughty I was. He always talked about being an engineer but whatever happened to that dream, you will soon find out.
Speaking of my parents, my mum goes by the name Nnenna while my dad goes by the name Obinna. They later got themselves a title. While my dad goes by with Omerora one of Nnewi, my mum was called Nne Ora one of Nnewi.
This is the story of my life, my fate. for those that calls it fate or destiny. Life has never been a bed of roses nor a road full of chocolates. I have learnt that the hard way, and I have paid the price for that ignorance. And now is time for them to pay for every single drop of tears that I have shared.
Every heartbreaks comes with a price and as such, that thief will pay! Those murderers will suffer till no single drop of blood can be found In their veins.
The name has changed and so is the destiny of that little sweet girl who thought everything will be alright by just being her and keeping calm.
And this is my story.
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Flashback :
September 22 2009, 5:55pm.
‘‘ Amarachi Daddy gi abatago ’’ my mum shouted from the living room. ( Amarachi your daddy is back)
Perfect! just what I needed. Feeling excited, I dropped my drawing book on my bed and rushed downstairs to the living room just so I could beat my brother, Chima, to him first. We always compete over who hugs daddy first and today is one of those days. My lucky day actually cause chima is not yet back from the field where he went to play football with his friends.
“ daddy welcome ” I hugged him with every strength I had left from running too much.
“ aw my little girl is really growing up and daddy is so proud of you. ” he pets my back amorously. “ have you done your homework? ”
I smiled broadly ‘“ yes I have daddy ”’ I replied happily and he nodded his head in approval. something is different with daddy today but I don't know what it is. Anyway am just a ten years old girl, who doesn't have to do anything other than to enjoy the love of her caring parents. ( Well so I thought … )
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1st Law Of Power : Never Outshine The Master.


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