Persistence

Malisa's POV. I still can't believe that I am turning eighteen soon, it still felt like yesterday when I and Princess Gabriella said our goodbyes. I miss my only best friend and comforter, she was the only one that understood me the most. I am very grateful for all the times we spent together. She taught me a lot about life, if not for her, I will be a girl with no direction. I still remember vividly the day we last saw each other. How we both became emotional as we knew that this was probably the last time we would see each other. It's funny how she made me make a promise to her that I wouldn't give up on my dreams no matter what. Well, I don't plan on giving up on my dreams but... It's hard, very hard I must say. Today is the beginning of a new month, March 1. My eighteenth birthday is in 24 days. I am supposed to be happy about it but I am not. I feel suffocated, I wish I could change my fate. I want to fulfill my dreams. I don't want to get married to Ronaldo Jone

  Two days later, I was summoned early in the morning by my Dad to the family living room.After getting dressed in a simple Lemon Knee-length gown I went out of my room and headed to the family parlor.  ' Why am I summoned so early in the morning? , What do they want to talk to me about?, Or do they want to talk about my marriage? , I hope it hasn't been brought up. ' With all these different thoughts going to my mind I reached The family parlor in no time.It was a Mini large room with Five Single Brown Sofas which were as old as me or even older, it also has one large Study table and an old portrait of my Dad while he was younger, I guess, The room was painted Dull Yellow, though the colors were already fading.The room happened to be the largest in our Five bedroom home which was single-handedly built by my Father and his Workers.Well, my Dad isn't as poor as you guys think he

Chapter Seven: Circumcision.* Happy new month, readers! I hope and pray that this new month brings you lots of joy and happiness! , Happy new month my Dearests! *Days went by and now it was the day for my circumcision.I was very nervous and sad.I don't want to be circumcised, I don't want to be violated.I don't want to alter God's creation.He created me perfectly so why should people go to lengths just to alter his creation? Why? He created the Clitoris in women because he knew that it was needed and necessary so why should I be removed? It wasn't stated in the Holy Bible that women should be circumcised so why?Why should we have to go through pain and torture just because of some useless culture and tradition? Why? Women are humans too? ,

In case I didn't mention it readers then note, Malisa Bree is a Black girl, an African actually, I'll post the picture I imagined her to be on my Instagram account.Follow me on Instagram @qebunoluwa to see it.So see you there.******It's been two days, two whole days and I had been thinking of my life, my situation.I was still left wondering how someone took my place and was circumcised instead of me as I was told by little Mary and what was most amusing about this whole scenario is that I realized that little Mary always arrive just in time to save me though it was only being twice.Lest I forget, though there's no way in hell I was going to forget the fact that today is my wedding day.I was to be married to Mr. Aldron Jones though I don't want to.I have no other choice.

Chapter 8.The next time I awoke, I found myself back in my room.I was tied to my bed from all sides like a mentally ill patient.I tried to recollect what happened earlier but failed.' How did I get back here? ' I thought.Then I heard the door opening and my mom's displeased face came into view.' Did they know about my escaping? ' I thought." I never knew that you will still attempt to escape despite knowing the consequences of your actions, I am very disappointed in you, how could you do this? Don't you care about the reputation of our family? , How dare you to try to drag us down with you! " As she said this, her eyes were blazing red with anger. " If not for the fact that you are getting married today, I would have given you a tight slap. " She added. As expected. She then moved closer to me on the bed and carefully untied