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THE WOMAN CALLED SANDRA
I was born out of wedlock to a father I never knew and may never know. My mom was a former sex hawker. She had slept with so many men. She woke up one day to discover, she was feeling dizzy. She went to check in the hospital and got to know she was pregnant. She never knew who the father of her child was.
I grew up among women of low easy virtues. I watched men come unto these ladies every time including my mom. Their lives were pathetic. Sleeping with men never made them rich. They used it to survive, that is to keep their bodies alive. They only managed to feed, clothe and pay their house rents. As far as I was concerned they were poor. My mom never could afford the good things of life. I was exposed to these dirty ways of life as soon as I came alive, I knew men as early as the age of ten.Can you imagine a ten-year-old girl sleeping with a man as old as her grandfather? To sponsor my secondary school education, my mom decided to use me in paying for the fRelated chapters
THE REJECTED STONE JANET 'S WEDDING
Oh, you looked so beautiful in your wedding gown.” My mom exclaimed. “Radiantly radiant,” my dad said. “I remember when I met your mom several years back, she was just like you, when she appeared during our wedding day, with her white gown, overflowing gown, my heart skipped several times, she was simply adorable like you are looking today,” tears formed in his eyes like mist, “hmm,” he mused, his mouth moving as if he wanted to talk further, but he was controlling the tears from his eyes.My mom was in tears by now. I came in briskly and shouted aloud “Huuu! Here comes the bride! You took my breath away” I quickly disappeared into thin air to continue to attend to other things.My sister’s wedding was like a healing balm soothing to the whole family. After all, we have passed through. It was quite a relief. There was so much joy in the family. The preparation kept all of us busy. The wedding boded the family. All
THE REJECTED STONE THE SUPRISE !
Hey lady! I will pay.” I turned to see who was stopping me from paying for the things. I had bought it from the mall; it became my wonderful friend, my messiah! The one that had saved me twice from me, Paul. Paul was looking fresh, with his well-tailored suit, slim, tall, confident, he wore the most attractive smile I have ever seen, I was shocked to see him, yet excited, before I could realize what was happening, I had rushed into the arms of the one, I had loved. We embraced for a very long time. He held on to me and of course, I wanted it so, rocking and patting me like a little sister. He looked at me and I did the same. We both laughed and laughed. It was a big surprise.“What are you doing in this place, Paul?” I asked, “I should be asking you, you know?” he replied. I told him how I came there to serve the nation. “Wow! Isn’t it interesting, that you came to meet me here?” He was actually in the town as a manager of an orga
THE REJECTED STONE THE CONFUSION
Insomnia! Yes, I had insomnia. I could not sleep for days. I was simply not myself. I called my office to inform my superior of my health issue. I was given sick leave. I made sure my phone was off so that I would not be tempted to speak with anybody. I wanted to be alone.Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I got up to open the door, only to see Demola. I managed to greet him because I was giddy and felt imbalance and before I could turn around, I saw myself on the floor.Demola was taken by surprise, he picked me up from the floor like a small baby and set me properly on the sofa. I needed to take water, for I felt weak to talk, I had to use my hand to talk. He quickly went to the kitchen, boiled water, and gave me a hot tea. He was able to find his way around. He prepared the tea the way I loved it. It gave me enough strength. I appreciated his coming, sipping my tea. My strength returned having taken two slices of buttered bread and a very hot tea.“How we
THE REJECTED STONE TWISTED
CHAPTER THIRTEENTWISTEDMy heart yearned more for Paul. The thought of us going on a special date filled my heart. I long for him to hold me in his hands and take me to the top of the mountains and take me back. I concluded that I love Paul. I was still thinking about him when he came knocking. I had been lost in thinking that I forgot to dress for the night. I opened the door for him and asked him to wait some minutes. “You mean you are not dressed up?” Paul exclaimed. “I’m sorry Paul, I’ll soon be here, give me just ten minutes,” I said. “Okay. I guess I have no choice but to wait. After all, it’s your night, I’m all yours.” He said. “Thanks, love,” I gave him a peck on his cheeks. “if you continue this way, we may end up not going,” he said lovingly, touching the cheek I pecked. “Almost done dressing,” I shouted from the bedroom. I must look my best, thank God I had go
THE REJECTED STONE THE RESOLVE
My phone rang, “why did you walk out of me yesterday? When you were passing through your lowest ebb, I was right there with you. Couldn’t you have stayed with me? Yes, I goofed, but I never meant to, j-just that I couldn’t help thinking of you. Do you blame a man for falling for someone who never and will never care? I tried to prove my love for you but you have been treating it as nothing. I have come to terms with the fact that you love Paul and it’s only Paul you want and will never want. You are free to follow your heart. I do not want to come in between you again.” I wanted to talk but Demola stopped me and said, “Do you think I need your pity? No! No! Never. I mean you are free to go to your Paul.” He hung up. I kept on thinking of what to do. Paul had resolved not to marry me but we would just be friends. Now Demola too was giving up on me. What do I do now?I had to make a call to Janet, I told her my dilemma. Janet is now marri
THE REJECTED STONE ANOTHER WOMAN
“Who is Demola? “I was woken up in the voice of my colleague. I slept off because I was thinking about Paul and Demola. He woke me up because I kept on saying: it's Demola I want. He was asking me who Demola was. “Demola is a dear friend of mine: I replied, “That means you are in love with him. Good, make sure you tell him, please. He answered.” And who told you he is not aware”. I responded. I doubt if he knows, there is a way you were shouting his name that indicated he may not be aware, tell him” that what was he replied me. I asked myself again “who is Demola? To which I replied: Demola is a guy I’m beginning to fall in love with. He is handsome, intelligent, and knows how to care for a woman, what else? He works in a good establishment, he can take care of me, “But is he born again, is he converted from the system of the world? If I marry him, will the marriage last? Doesn’t he womanize? Those were the thoughts g
THE REJECTED STONE I CHOSE YOU
It was becoming clearer that Demola is a ladies' man. Tall, fair in complexion, broad-chested, pointed nose, intimidating posture, very handsome, walk straight, deep voice, he has this unique look that can melt a strong heart. He can be caring and tender if he wants to but firm. He goes for what he wants and can be a bit ruthless. He believes he is well paid, hardworking and it seems he is everything a lady wants.He called before I slept telling me “Never forget that I love you dearly, I chose you above all other ladies I’ve ever met or will meet. You are mine forever.” He hung up before I could reply. This kept me thinking all through the night. ‘This guy knows how to get my attention I cannot say I’ve fallen in love with him, he knows and how to play the game. Very intelligent guy, could this not be a trap.? Why me Lord! Why me! Why can’t I resist his moves? Now I’m officially engaged to him. Well, engagement can be broken until I’m very sure I want to spend the rest of
THE REJECTED STONE YOU AGAIN
“How much do I pay you so that you leave my man alone?” that was Mabel calling me using another phone. I was able to recognize her voice. It’s a little bit deep and distinct. “are you hearing me, don’t hang up on me. I’m asking for a deal with you to show how much I value Demola Brown. Hello! Can you hear me, are you still there?.” I kept quiet thinking of what to say, but words weren’t coming out. When she was fed up, she cut the call herself.Demola later called asking me if I’ve taken my lunch, I told him I’ve not but about to. He told me to wait for him that he was coming to pick me up in the office. He came in and we went to our usual restaurant. He noticed that I was unusually quietDEMOLA: what’s on your mind, my sweet?JENNIFER: Nothing serious, don’t bother.DEMOLA: if you do not tell me, how would I know what troubles you?He came to my side and planted a soft kiss
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