There are times that we note the way our lives undergoes a sharp curve. That was the reality for me when I finally found Antonio and a part of his family. I was forced to see life differently! I was forced to take a leap of faith.
The mire in my life which was a product of rape, parental neglect and wrong decisions could only be surmounted through my conscious effort to improve, and grow. Thanks to Antonio, I’ve realised that I can make good decisions.
I had given up on meeting true life-changers. But, now I can see that they are everywhere. I just needed to open my eyes to them. To see things clearly, and learn the art of saying no. Some so many people wanted to help, either for their benefit or my growth. If I’d learned to say no to half of them, maybe my life would have turned out differently.
Nevertheless, my story is the true definition of a leap out of the mire. I dined with sin, I ate with sin,
The journey of Adanna continues in this thrilling backstory. We’d learnt so far that she wishes to make a U-turn, but the question is: Is it that simple? In this sequel, you will see that it’s a whole thing to preach change and another thing to walk the talk.There are so many habits that she needs to let go of, that almost crippled her growth. There was also, healing that she didn’t let herself go through in the first sequel, but she would be forced to search it out. When you love with such abandonment, it becomes a falsehood and when it’s with restrictions, it becomes a sham. This is what Adanna would be forced to come to terms with.Coupled with that, she meets Emeka in this journey, and the paths are etched in pain, tears and remorse. Emeka doesn’t own up to his mistakes and does all he could to make her life hell. Thanks to Antonio, she is shielded from the worst of the blows. But, when Emeka finds out he is a father, things seem to
"Adanna! Adanna!! Adanna!!!" my mom called me repeatedly. "Yes, mom!" I dropped my Biology textbook carelessly on the bed as I raced out of my room to answer my mom. Making my way through the corridor, I caught the back view of my mom in the kitchen. She was humming to a song I haven't heard of before. Maybe it was a new track. "Mom, here I am." Without bothering to face me, her voice rang out in the tiny kitchen. "You will see my black purse on the floor in the dining hall. Collect just... I mean just one thousand nairas from the money." She looked at me significantly. "I don't want to look for a Kobo. Use the money to buy Okazi ingredients in the century market. Don't branch to your friend's house or shop. Do you hear me?" She dropped the oranges she was peeling, to stretch her right ear. "Yes, mother!" "Now go!" I scurried out of the kitchen, making my way to the dining area. True to her words, the purse lay no
The route to Joyce's place was lengthy and I was hungry, tired and unhappy. I had assumed that the moment I walked out of my home, I would have been cheerful but that wasn't the case. Everything I was feeling was making my emotions get the better of me. To aggravate my present mood was my slippers which were starting to make my ankle throb with every step I took, it was a weird feeling but it was my reality. My spine ached from walking so long. The whole of my body was in throes of pain. I liked walking but this wasn't it. If only mom would have taken me. In as much as I had walked through the winding road using shortcuts to hasten my arrival to Joyce's home, it looked like I haven't made an ounce of improvement for close to forty-five minutes. The closer it seemed I got to the house, the further away it was. I could liken it to searching for a pin in a satchel but maybe I was exaggerating a bit. On the street where I pres
I had a quick shower after Joyce left my room to fuse with her cousins and I was feeling better. Like I had hoped, the hot shower had seeped into each part of my weak and aching spot, to soothe and pamper. I was feeling like myself again. I wore the same outfit I had worn while coming and tapped my hair like it would bring down the wild curls somewhat. It didn't. It practically bounced back to spite me. These curls were the absolute worst. Left to me, I would have cut it all off. It was so difficult to maintain. Well, my school frowned at women having low cuts, so I was stuck with them for a while. I better head downstairs. I left the solace of my temporary room, closing the door securely behind me. Loud whisperings could be heard from my vantage point but I couldn't decipher what was being said. It all came out in mumbo-jumbo. At the foot of the stairs, I caught the black and white hue of a pre-recorded image on the plasm
I tumbled back and forth on my bed as restlessness shook me to the max. My eyes felt heavy and also like a polaroid, with streams of light trying to seep through it. I used my right hand to grab a pillow, placing it over my eyes to shield the light from piercing through. It didn't work, since the artificial darkness was worse than the light. My ears were on high frequency, getting wind of every sound that ticked. I groaned in frustration, throwing the pillow across the bed as I sat up. The sun seemed to glare at me as I glared back at it. I sighed in frustration, you couldn't win a glaring contest with the sun. It was not humanly possible. I decided to drop it for my peace of mind. Taking a glance at the wall clock astride me, I was shocked at the time. It was ten o'clock on the dot. Oh, my God! Today is Sunday. I'd slept in and succeeded in missing the service. What would Joyce parent's say? I can just imagine them slandering my name behind my back. I placed a h
Her body seemed frail as I looked at her through hooded eyes. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't provoked me. I didn't care though, I had gotten what I wanted. Her body and sex. I smiled like a sadist. Scratch that, I was a sadist and a notorious rapist. When I saw Ada that afternoon or evening, I can't seem to remember the time frame, I was a bit mesmerized by her beauty. Not in a way, that screamed she's the one forever but in the way that screamed, I want her body beneath me as I rode her to oblivion. I didn't crave a one-time affair. I wanted it to be a repeated thing, to achieve that I needed her to trust me. She seemed to be an easy catch but then I was stunned I wasn't getting the desired effect. My charm was failing and Joyce had informed me in her bubbly manner that she'd be staying for three days. I couldn't let her slip past my fingertips without having her. I'd try all I could do and this is the most patient I've ever been with a girl
Her body seemed frail as I looked at her through hooded eyes. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't provoked me. I didn't care though, I had gotten what I wanted. Her body and sex. I smiled like a sadist. Scratch that, I was a sadist and a notorious rapist. When I saw Ada that afternoon or evening, I can't seem to remember the time frame, I was a bit mesmerized by her beauty. Not in a way, that screamed she's the one forever but in the way that screamed, I want her body beneath me as I rode her to oblivion. I didn't crave a one-time affair. I wanted it to be a repeated thing, to achieve that I needed her to trust me. She seemed to be an easy catch but then I was stunned I wasn't getting the desired effect. My charm was failing and Joyce had informed me in her bubbly manner that she'd be staying for three days. I couldn't let her slip past my fingertips without having her. I'd try all I could do and this is the most patient I've ever been with a girl
I was jerked back to life much to my disappointment. I guess I am stuck in this world. I don't remember fainting all the time and I hoped it won't keep on happening while I was still here. Seeing that am not leaving this world anytime soon, I need to sit up. The event that turned my life from bad to worse played in my head like a tape gone bad. Would I ever find happiness? Who would have thought that Emeka would act in such a way? Ha!! Life is pain. It was filled with so many twists and turns. We truly were pencils in the hands of the creator. Why did you bring me into this world Lord? Was I only meant to suffer? Tears stung my eyes. On impulse, I touched my belly. If I heard my mom correctly, I was pregnant. The thought of my mom tasted bitter. She was another problem, I did not want to think of. If I were to have this baby, I won't allow her to suffer like this. If anything else, I would shower her with love.As I was still meditating, the door o