Get ready to dive into the coming of age story of Adanna, a victim of tape. This story will drive you through the gallops, exuberance, sentiments, hardships, heartbreaks, love and the growth of Adanna. This story is meant for all; the babes, the growing, and the developed mind. It is set in Africa, to be precise. Our Heroine, Adanna, is a victim of rape. Not once did she believe that she would encounter the dire unfortunate circumstances. Life, however, does not go the way we wish. And, that is the case for Adanna. Despite the awful rape incident that seemed to end her life at first, Adanna refused to yield to depression and give up on life. She chose to hate the world instead, and love the child that grew within her. It is easy for one to speak, but is it easy to take action? Her resolve was fickle and weak, making her a subject to the storms of life. She's pulled into lies and deceit. Will she make it out unscathed or will she drown in lies?
View MoreThe 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
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,
“You look so angelic!” Jasmine exclaimed.I rolled my eyes. “I can’t even see what you’ve done to my face.” I pointed out.Jasmine made my seat away from the mirror. She claimed that if I watched my reflection at every turn, it would distract her. She wanted me to look and feel like magic today. Her cousin was taking me out for the first time, so it would be a sin if I didn’t look my best. “I’m the mirror.” She said smugly.“You’re the artist.” I contradicted. “It’s quite natural that you would hype yourself up. If I look at my reflection myself, I might be convinced.” I teased.She combed my wig, which I had worn for this night with such fervour. I knew I’d strike a nerve. Jasmine didn’t understand sarcasm. That was her only shortcoming. She felt I was being rude instead and not appreciating her efforts.“Take it easy on the wig.” I
Outside, kids gathered around in twos or threes playing a timeless game. It brought on a smile as I remembered that I have also played those games too; Tinko tinko and the likes of them. Life was a strange thing. One day you are laughing, the next minute you are sorrowful. I extracted my thoughts from its gloomy cocoon to the present world. Adults were chatting about one thing or the other while those who owned dogs took them on strolls. I was amused when I saw a little boy of about seven pulling a big bulldog. It was as though the dog was dragging him and not the other way round. I bit my lip from laughing. Then there were the hawkers, displaying different types of things under the sun.If one could watch these activities with concentration, it could belie the gross environment. Empty water bottles were strewn around like graffiti and other disgusting things. When the sun was high in the sky, the place was dirty. You can't imagine when it's been soiled with rain.I cl
Two days later, I was still shaking from the encounter with Uncle David. I was beyond shocked by it all. Is it me that is this? After I thought all hope was gone for me and I would die in my prostitution business, my life started making more meaning.I have enrolled at Brainstorm centre to undergo my tutorials. It was located at the Military zone in Ejigbo. I was scared I wouldn't be able to meet up as a student and a mother. Now, those fears looked unfounded, thanks to Uncle David. He sent his daughter to babysit Success. Jasmine is a very good girl, though her heritage couldn't be hidden. She is a white girl. The way she treats Success as her younger sister places me at ease.You know, I was stunned when Uncle David encouraged me as a single mother. He didn’t ask many questions surprisingly. I had expected much criticism, but nothing of the sort happened. I still think all these were a dream.All these are petty when it comes to my rock, Antonio. In as much as
My eyes shone in excitement as those words tumbled out of my lips. It was so strange but real. I could practically see the dream all over again like I was still asleep. It was so cute and real. I had felt it was happening live, and when Antonio shook me awake with that stunt he’d pulled, I’d been disappointed.Now, I just wanted to share it with him. I wanted him to know about the dream and share in my dreams. It was a natural emotion that engulfed me. I looked at him and he was looking at me curiously like he hadn’t grabbed what I’d said previously. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it.“What you’re saying is you want to read medicine because you had a dream?” He asked again like he wanted to be sure of what I’d said.I nodded rapidly. “Yes, that is right. I know how it sounds, but trust me when I tell you that I’m sure of my guts.” I said firmly.He cradled my face in his hands. &ldqu
His presence seemed to make the room heated to a hundred degrees. The tension was palpable, and he didn’t seem bothered about it. Not once, did he look at me? His attention was fixed on Inspector David, his uncle.“Antonio, my boy, we don’t do things this way. And, how exactly do you know this young lady?” The IG queried.I bit my lips as I waited anxiously for his response. With the situation on the ground, I’m pretty sure things would get worse from here.“Uncle, is this the time to talk about this? I know that whatever happened, wasn’t her fault. I hope you will let her go.” He said once more.Inspector turned his gaze to me, observing me closely. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe, he was imagining a way to torture me once more for entrapping his nephew. Finally, he looked away from me to Antonio.
I fiddled with my handbag as I looked out of the window, my mind was a whirlwind. If Jeremy worked for Madam Apple, then it was only natural that he had been sent by her, right? He couldn’t just pick me out of the blue. No matter what he had claimed about me easily getting contracts, it didn’t just add up. I wasn’t the only one getting contracts in spades and I wasn’t under Madam Apple but Jumoke. Yes, Jumoke answered her, but I didn’t. So, how did he know about the job I went out to do. It didn’t make sense at all.“Stop the car.” I snapped at Jeremy.He gave me a sideways look that showed how irritated he was. The car was moving at a snail’s pace, thanks to the heavy traffic. But, still, I was locked in by Jeremy, so I couldn’t just get out of the car even if I’d dared to perform such a fit.“Why?” He queried.I gritted my teeth. “Don’t ask me any q
I was on the bus going to the Chicken Republic at Okota. The bus was half-filled with passengers, but still, the driver wouldn’t make a move, claiming it wasn’t filled up yet. We just needed three more passengers for the bus to be filled up. This was one of the reasons I didn’t vibe with commercial buses. But, what to do in this situation?Some of the passengers were complaining severely about the delay, but the driver was unperturbed about the situation. He gave it to them as hot as they gave it to him. I sighed in frustration at the whole thing. While a few passengers were buying drinks from hawkers and others were fast asleep. There was nothing I wanted more than for the bus to get moving, but there was nothing I could do. Finally, two market women stepped onto the bus with a teen coming behind them. The conductor hit the car in response and jumped on the bus so quickly, the passenger nearest to him, had to shove him forward. I gritted my
"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...
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