Fatima’s Decisions

Fatima’s Decisions

Fatima was eight when she decided it would never happen to her again:

She didn’t notice when he sat beside her, didn’t see him until his hand touched between her legs. She had been engrossed in her favourite book, a book she had read repeatedly, “The Joys of Motherhood by Ebuchi Emecheta.” The fact she read books her age mates didn’t, was the only thing about her, her mother was proud of, and would always flaunt to anyone who would listen. At first that’s why Fatima read but soon the books started to inspire her. She had dreams of being a famous writer, dreams she would never realise.

He told her not to scream, that it was natural. He said he had been watching her grow into a young lady and she was ready to be turned into woman. Fatima hit his hands with her book and he slapped her hard across the face. ‘This isn’t a joke.’ He said, ‘I will get what I want from you today. It can be simple, sweet and loving, or rough and forceful the choice is yours.’ Fatima fought as he pushed his hand more urgently between her legs. She screamed out even though she knew no one would hear. She wished she wasn’t in her secret place; in the fields where she loved to read and hide away from her world. This time he hit her with the book, right across her face, cutting her just below the eye, a cut that would later turn into a scar. After that she did everything he asked her to.

He told her to take off her clothes. She did this slowly, folding each item carefully before placing them on the grass beside her. She thought this would get him angry but it seemed to turn him on more. When she was done he told her to lie down and spread her legs wide open. He called her beautiful, said her mother had nothing on her. Then he made her watch as he took off his clothes. When he finally lay on top of her and entered her, his pee-stick was rigid and long, this was something she had never seen before so she covered her face with “The Joys of motherhood,” and wondered, if her mother was here, would she protect her?

When she finally got home late that night. Her mother didn’t ask about the cut below her eye, instead she scolded her for coming home late. Her father sat in his chair ignoring them like he always did. After that day she decided it would never happen to her again. She made sure she never went out alone and when she was at home she locked herself in her room even though she knew she was safe there.

 

FATIMA WAS sixteen when she decided she would never love her husband:

 

Her mother was the one that told her she was going to marry Musa. She said they couldn’t afford her schooling, and besides, girls that could read didn’t need school. Later she would hear her mother tell her best friend, that Fatima was a devil sent to destroy her marriage, so she had to marry her off. Musa seemed nice, he bought her gifts, listened when she spoke, so after months of protesting she gave up and married him.

Fatima couldn’t enjoy the wedding day, not because she was sad or still opposing but because she was scared of the night. She knew what was expected of her, but since that day aged eight she had become scared of her body. She hardly looked at herself in the mirror anymore and when she had her wash, her hands refused to move pass her hips.

After the celebration of the day, Musa sat beside her on the bed jovial and slightly drunk. When his hand touched her thighs, the image of that day came flooding back and it made her shift away from him. She crawled up, hugging her knees to herself like a child and started to cry. Musa asked what was wrong as he gently rubbed her back. She wouldn’t talk at first but he kept on consoling her and reassuring her. He told her she could tell him and he would understand. So she did, she told him about the man who took her virtue a man that took her love for books and with it her dreams.

Musa understood like he said he would and didn’t touch her that night. His understanding would last a month and then the month after that and soon Fatima started to feel happy in her marriage. Maybe she could learn to love this man who was so understanding. He was so much different than her parents, but on the day of her sixteenth birthday Musa’s understanding would cease.

On that day Musa sat by her bed and placed his hand on her thigh like he always did, but this time when she crawled into a ball, Musa would not remove his hand. He told her that men had needs, needs their wife were meant to fulfil. If he wanted to be celibate then he would have become a catholic priest not a cattle seller. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong for her. When he slapped her, hitting the scar below her eye, she remembered what caused it in the first place; it made her cover her face with a pillow, while Musa forced himself repeatedly on her that night. He would apologise later, say he was sorry that he hit her, but a man didn’t marry a beautiful wife like her to be tempted by his heifers.  He would say this every night after he forced himself on her and Fatima knew he was right, but she also decided then she would never love him.

 

Fatima was eighteen when she decided she would never love anyone or anything more:

 

Fatima knew the exact moment when she conceived Sule. She was used to their nightly ritual by then. Musa would come into their room and place his hands on her thighs. She would slowly get up, take off her clothes, fold them neatly beside the bed and cover her face with the pillow, while Musa lay on top of her and attended to his needs. Outside the bedroom they lived completely different lives. Musa was very outgoing and loud. He would leave in the early hours of the morning and Fatima wouldn’t see him until it was time for dinner. On some days she only saw him when it was time to sleep.

Fatima spent her days cleaning; she tidied the house, made sure everywhere was spotless. Then she would sit down and admire her work. Maybe admire is the wrong word, she felt peace, actually maybe not peace, content, yes, she felt content in the neatness the clean environment created.

The day Sule was conceived, Musa came home earlier than normal slightly drunk. He had just won a big contract and wanted to celebrate with his wife. He turned up the volume on the radio and danced on his own, knocking over objects and making a mess. Fatima sat and watched him; the mess he was making made her nervous. Then he waltzed towards her and placed his hand there, showing his intent. Fatima told him it wasn’t night-time yet, and they were in the living room, but Musa was too excited to listen. He lifted her in excitement and placed her on the dinning table. He didn’t let her take off her clothes or fold them neatly; he didn’t let her cover her face and he didn’t notice that she cried all the while he was inside her. Later when he was done, she knew, knew he had left something in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted.

In a little over nine months on her eighteen-birthday, Fatima screamed and screamed as she pushed Sule out of her. Sule was strong and announced his arrival into the world with a bellow of a child that knew what destiny had in store for it. Fatima refused to hold the baby, not until he had been cleaned and she had cleansed herself of his blood. When the midwife finally handed Sule over to her and she looked into his big brown eyes, she decided then that her heart belonged to him.

 

Fatima was twenty-six when she decided enough was enough:

 

After Sule was born; Fatima’s life changed. She tried to make him fit into the calm she had created for herself, but Sule had his own mind. He craved her attention all the time, would cry for absolutely no reason and when he started crawling, he would sit and watch her tidy up, then go about creating new mess after she was done; but all he did made her love him more.

When he was five he discovered books, he read everything he laid his hands on, even the shopping list gave him delight. One day she saw him reading “The Joys of Motherhood,” and something in her gave way. That night while he slept she sneaked into his room, took the book from underneath his pillow and read it. As she did, she remembered her dreams and the man that took it from her. She fell asleep reading it and when she woke up she went to their back yard and set it ablaze. As it burnt, she saw her dreams disappear in the flames.

When she walked through the door into their living room, on the day she turned twenty-six, she knew something was wrong. Everywhere was like how she had left it that morning, but something troubled her. She went into the kitchen and picked up a knife (why? she wasn’t sure) and slowly she made her way to Sule’s room.

They were too engrossed in what they were doing that they didn’t notice her open the door. Sule was sitting on the edge of the bed; his face nested between the legs of the naked man standing in front of him. The man was grunting in pleasure reminding Sule this was their secret, no one else was meant to know, especially his mother.

That was when Fatima decided Enough was Enough.

Fatima thanked Allah that she had the knife in her hand. She tiptoed to him, scared that if she made any noise the man would turn around and overpower her. When she stabbed him in the back she screamed. With each stab the screaming got louder; as she felt the pains of her  past wash away with his spilled blood.

Fatima watched him as he fell to the floor. He didn’t struggle or make any noise, he just lay there and stared at her the way he did when she was a child. Her mother always said she was a curse sent to destroy her marriage. That her beauty was from the devil, that it was this devilish beauty that made her father look at her with such lust, but her mother was wrong.

Was Sule beautiful? Did Sule live in her home? Yet this man, a man she called father was robbing him of his dignity, they way he had taken hers.

She sat beside Sule on the bed, holding him close to her as they both cried watching her father die. After what seemed an eternity, she stood up and started to clean up his room. As she cleaned around her father’s body, she knew then, she would finally get her peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



84 thoughts on “Fatima’s Decisions” by Mee (@dkny111)

  1. This read is so ‘Scary’ nd freakx… Bt its nice

    1. @kingobozy thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  2. Wow!
    You wrote this at a sedate pace, that slowly drew one in… I felt sadness as each milestone in her life came, and went with the decisions she made. But the punch of this story is in a place where good stories usually have them. In the end, you revealed the identity of the one who had destroyed her dreams, and who was hell bent on raping her of all things good, most of all, her son. I was freaking excited when she killed him…
    Mee, this was a very good read. Well done. $ß.

    1. @sibbylwhyte thanks for reading and the comment. Yes I think the dad definitely needed to die, to be truthful I felt really bad for Fatima and wanted to kill him in a very gruesome way but my muse said not too. Thanks again

  3. Okay now… 32 year old in 2012 # leaves that#

    Just like your past post, it seem to have a style on can recognise you with, which is very good..

    And pls do ensure you always separate your dialogues from the rest of the story.

    Good story you got here, plus I like the narrative style….

  4. Okay now… 32 year old in 2012 # leaves that#
    Just like your past posts, it seem to have a style one can recognise you with, which is very good..

    And please do ensure you always separate your dialogues from the rest of the story.

    Good story you got here, plus I like the narrative style….

    1. @kodeya yes ooo I’m still 32 ooo I refuse to get any older :)

      Thanks a lot for reading, yeah I’m really trying to find my voice as a writer glad that you like it.

      I am not really good at writing dialogues so I add them as part of sentences to hide them but it’s something I have to work on.

      Again thanks for reading and the comment

  5. Such ironies of life, people defiling what they should protect ,

    1. @Izuone thanks for reading and the comment, it’s a shame that in life the people we trust are normally the people that let us down.

  6. This is so good… in the words of SB, it draws one in… The first scene does not properly convey a sense of familiarity between both parties – it seems it is a stranger to her that assails her – and this is an issue when we eventually realise the identity of her assailant.
    Still, it holds its own exceptionally. Lovely!

    1. @wendeekay thanks a lot for reading and the comment. Yes that was my intention, I didn’t want the link between Fatima and her father to be know till the end. Also I’ve been meaning to hail you on your display pic, it’s really cool

      1. yes I agree. I knew it was someone she knew (usually always is), but I loved the way you revealed it in the end.

        I don’t like people killing people, but that’s how the world is sometimes. The girl had to protect herself and her family.

        You wrote this really well, unfolding the story gently and carefully. I love your writing style with this. Well done.

      2. @dkny111

        yes I agree. I knew it was someone she knew (usually always is), but I loved the way you revealed it in the end.

        I don’t like people killing people, but that’s how the world is sometimes. The girl had to protect herself and her family.

        You wrote this really well, unfolding the story gently and carefully. I love your writing style with this. Well done.

        1. @funpen thanks a lot for reading and the comment, glad you liked it. Yeah I know killing shouldn’t really be the answer to an issue like this but at times it seems you aren’t left a choice especially as the victim. Thanks again

  7. ℓ☺​ℓ, merci… What I meant is that her interaction with the person shows no familiarity although it is her dad.

  8. This kept me asking for more.
    Beautiful ugly read. Thumbs up!

    1. @Jadesola thanks a lot for reading and the comment, really glad you liked it

  9. u neva disappoint @dkny111 Really nice

    1. @Mimiadebayo my writing pal and friend thanks for the comment

  10. @dkny111,this story is nice but it is a sad reading.It reminded me of an encounter with a housegirl that was sexually abused in her villlage. It is a vicious cycle.

    1. @khadijahmuhammad thanks a lot for reading and the comment, yes unfortunately some people live this life

  11. Absolutely Enthralling! I really like this story…it’s got all the major ingredients and the little spices one wants in a good story – good stuff

    1. @ayomitans bro long time, thanks for reading men and the comment. I’m going to check out your story now

      1. Oga mi @dkny111, no mind me o jare…i have been about the hood, jst not stumbled on your work till i saw the collaboration you did with @mimiadebayo. And that work was really intriguing- a peep into the world of our relative realities -its was good pyschothriller stuff. And the combo was as seamless as it could get…

        In this work, Those little things like Fatima folding her clothes neatly before beibg defiled, her preternatural knowledge of prenancy after her forced encounter with musa…it all makes it seem plausible for me. The big things like the episodal style, the suspense (yeah, you really killed there when you revealed the original defiler after you’d put in the red herring of the father sitting in his chair ignoring them as he akways did) were in sync too for the most part.

        My only question is: what kind of peace will she know now that she may be separated from her beloved Sule and sent to jail for murder…but hey, that is the beauty of fiction…there are no consequences for justice applied. Well done and this is hoping you find that voice you are looking for…

        1. @ayomitans dude I haven’t really written anything for a while so that’s why. In answer to your question the peace she will get is knowing that the man that took her virtue and that of her son, wouldn’t be alive to torment or hunt her anymore. That’s why she decided enough was enough she couldn’t let him keep destroying her life, but hey like you said this is fiction

  12. Fantastic this was…r3ally enjoyed it tho sad but was a good read

    1. @schatzileln thanks a lot for reading and the comment really glad you liked it

  13. Well written story, @dkny111.

    I liked the realism of her relationship with her husband; it’s good that you resisted the temptation to make him into an ogre from the get go.

    How come she was able to prevent her father from taping her again? In my experience, sexual abusers tend to be repeat offenders.

    Somehow, I didn’t feel as much emotion as I should have felt on reading a story like this. Maybe it’s because there wasn’t much dialogue; maybe it’s because I didn’t get to see much of what was going on in Fatima’s head. I’m not sure.

    Well done.

    1. @TolaO thanks a lot for reading and the comment, I really appreciate your comments on my stories, they are always very detailed, insightful and helpful. I’ll take the advice on board about showing my character’s thoughts more.

      As in how she managed to stop it reoccurring, I guess she just always made sure that she was never alone with him again, hence locking the door and never going out on her own, but I agree with you normally they are repeat offenders

  14. Damn! This’s an award-winning piece. Creativity at its pique. The style hooks one in till the end. Great work!!!

    1. @francis thanks a lot for reading and the comment, really glad you liked it, please what award can I enter it for :)

    1. @hotchocolate thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  15. Beautiful story with a strange resolution. Quite unique its own way.
    I like the steady pace the story progressed with and how you seperated every transition of Fatimas growth with reflections of her decisions. It amplified the story’s title and breaks it down.

    This would work as an entry for a competition for fiction abuse against women.

    Also the story also works as a metaphor for the need for women to fight for their freedom.

    1. @Afronuts thanks for reading and the comment, really glad you liked it. Abeg do you know any competition like that I can enter? :)

    1. @vincentdepaul thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  16. nice write up

    1. @Koollove thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  17. interesting

    1. @elovepoetry thanks I think :)

  18. @dkny111, you have done well here. You tackle a very difficult subject that load of writers shy away from because it is simply difficult to do. Excellent work. Welldone.

    1. @olajumoke thank you a lot for reading and the comment, yes it is a difficult topic so really glad you like it. Thanks again

  19. lovely writing
    good pacing

    1. @osakwe thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  20. You drew me in from the beginning, and I just had to follow the story to the end. Well done. Now, I didn’t really pay attention to technical details. I just allowed myself be drawn into the story. But I did notice that you wrote “Ebuchi Emecheta”. I’m thinking that her name is “Buchi” not “Ebuchi”. It is interesting [and I think symbolic] that you referred to her work in this story that borders on feminist issues. Whether or not it was intentional, it’s good. I’m looking forward to more stories from you. Well done, @dkny111.

    1. @febidel thanks a lot for reading and the comment, like I said your comments are always very insightful and I’m very grateful. Yes ooo you are correct her name is Buchi not Ebuchi can’t believe I made that mistake with the book right in front of me when I wrote it.

      Yes she sort of inspired me to write it, since it deals with the issues that affect women especially those without voices. More stories dey come so watch out

      Thanks again

      1. One thing though, @dkny111. I pondered on the story before I slept yesterday, and I think there’s something a lil’ bit off with the story. I think you’ve transferred Western characteristics to indigenous African characters. I find it hard to believe that Fatima’s mother would feel that her daughter’s “sexiness” threatens her marriage. In this part of the world, most women value their children more than their mothers, especially when the children are born in “wedlock”. If it were an aunt, step-mother, or anyone else, then it would be plausible. But, considering that it’s her biological mother, that part of the tale doesn’t ring true. Instead, in a situation like this, most women will kill their husbands or milder still, leave their matrimonial home. I must commend you for allowing Zainab kill her father. The story could not have “ended” any better.

        1. @febidel the one thing that is going to make my week is that you pondered on this story after reading it and before you slept. To me that says it much have touched you, I know I only think about stories that touched after reading it.

          So I’ll take that and hope I keep trying to improve and aim for my stories to affect my readers like that.

          Now to answer your question, I think I have to disagree with you, it wasn’t Fatima’s sexiness that worried her mother, it was the fact that her father looked at her with lust in his eyes. I also disagree with your comments on indigenous Africans, I personally think that terminology doesn’t exist anymore, there is so much western influence now on so much of our beliefs and traditions especially on the current generation. Look at music, clothing, houses we build, they way we talk, our aspirations even down to silly things like men with long hair or weaves and plaits.

          And this is not only the cities but even villages, I haven’t been back home for a while but I know the last time I went home and to my village, I might has well have been in a quite suburb in the UK.

          Finally also I think you should read a book by Adam Ibrahim Abubakar called, The Whispering Trees. There is a story based on a father that lusts after his daughter.

          1. I know that there are some perverted fathers that can lust after their daughters, and I know that westernization has nothing to do with that. My point is the mother’s reaction. I am certain that western media influence has not touched that aspect of our lives yet. It’s beyond the weaves, plaits and clothes. It is about the value women place on their children. Do you know that most women remain married to their husbands only because of their children? That’s where that line in Asa’s song “ni tori omo l’on j’ile ile oko” comes from (I hope I got the Yoruba correctly).
            In the northern Nigerian context, Fatima’s mother would be repulsed at her husband if she noticed that he was looking at their daughter with lust. Her hatred would not be for her daughter, but for her husband, because we believe that a man should not be turned on by even his daughter’s nudity. There’s some western influence, agreed, but it is more on the tangible aspects of our culture and not the intangibles, especially for someone like Fatima’s mother. Or, except this story is futuristic, in which case I hope that Nigeria never gets there.

            1. @febidel yeah I see your point I might still slightly disagree but I see what you mean and will take note of it. If I ever get into an argument or a debate, I hope you are my partner and not opponent because you would be fierce in a debate :)

              1. I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, @dkny111. Lol.

                1. @febidel please do it was meant to be one

                  1. Of course, @dkny111. Again, thank you. It’s hard to believe that you just started writing last year.

                    1. @febidel yes I did, just prayed one day to God and asked what have you blessed me with and this came to me, so I decided to try it. I still think I have a long way to go though and need to improve a lot, but with hard work I’ll get there

                    2. I am motivated. You sure do write well. Keep it up.

  21. this is really good. really.
    I noticed some things that made me raise an eyebrow about the revelation of the father as the assailant. she always locks the door of her room even though she knew it was safe. this gave the impression that she was safe while in her house. If the father were the assailant, she should never feel safe at home anymore.

    1. @topazo thanks for reading and the comment, when I wrote that sentence it bugged me a bit, but my reasoning behind it as much as misleading the reader is, she felt safe at home because as an 8 year old she though her dad would not hurt her at home, not when her mum and family is there but just to be double sure she locked her door.

      But your point is noted

      Thanks again

  22. How can a father do this to his daughter and grand son, he is a PERVERT

    1. @yinkus101 yes he is a pervert, it’s just a shame that there are fathers like that out there. Thanks a lot for reading and the comment

  23. Mein Gott!!!! I wish i could throw in some french(colourful lingo/”£#%@ for good measure You sure hit a sore nerve with this story. Stories like this haunt and get to me as I can’t imagine how the victims feel as they say :”the taste of the pudding is in the eating”, this is one pudding you don’t want any part of. Crikey!!! Man!! But why, but why?????? Ala Dora Akunyuli. The best part of it all, is that the ”perpetrator” got his comeuppance.
    Great read, more power to you my brother.

    1. @LEROY thanks a lot for reading and the comment. Really glad you liked it and it touched you that much. Unfortunately life is like this for some people, we just need to Thank God our lives is not like this and pray for those which it is

  24. Too little space to say all I want to say but I will try.First your story reminds me of Tsistsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions-at least from the POV of a child.
    It also takes my mind to Nawal El-Sadawi’s Women at point Zero especially the part where she kills her pimp-a metaphor of all the pains she has been through.At that point she rested;she had peace.
    Second, be mindful of your constructions eventhough alot of people above applauded this effort,please don’t be carried away,there is work to be done.Take a close look yourself.
    For instance the first paragraph,I dont think the last sentence is relevant.Or rather yo could rework it.This is just an example out of others.

    Third,I like the story nonetheless and athe pproach of narrative-typically postmodern!Well done!

  25. One more thing,you will do well to explore more of the psychology of the protagonist-once again I will make reference to Tsitsi Dangerembga,she does so well in this aspect.Get a hold of any of her work-Nervous Conditions or its sequel Book of Not. And complete your feminist quest.LOL!

    1. @sambrightomo thanks a lot for reading and the comment, believe me, even though I got good comments in this, I am not big headed at all, if anything it only makes me want to work harder on my stories and get better because I still think I have a long way to go, on all aspects, grammar, punctuation, editing etc.

      That said, yes, that last sentence in the first paragraph really bugged me for a long time but in the end I left it, I guess I’ve learnt and next time I’ll go with my gut feeling. Thanks for all the book/story recommendations I’ll make sure I check them out

      Thanks again for reading

  26. @dkny111 I loved how u caught my attention 4rm d start 2 finish.Really i loved how u made Her Father get his due reward n its so sad.Am kinda tinking her mother knew about Fatima’s experience,why else wuld she call her an evil child.Very intresting read cos now it seems like those whom we ought 2 trust can turn out 2 b d Devil 2 avoid.Do keep up d good work.

    1. @jade69 thank you for reading and the comment really glad you liked, yes it’s a shame at times the people who are meant to protect us, hurt us.

      Thanks again

  27. The story is a major cliche.

    1. @kaycee, I don’t mean to be rude but if this is a major cliche, then I’m not sure if you understand what that word means.

      Also it’s not constructive at all. As someone so good and advanced at what you do, how do you think that comment helps me, a beginner learn anything.

      It’s all good being at the top of your game, but remember when you weren’t and how then you needed people’s help. If you got comments like this what will it have thought you.

      But thanks for reading anyway.

      1. Now, am gonna reply this because you happen to catch me in a good mood.
        First, in writing we are all learners, and so i am not in the top of any game.
        Ok, I am not into the construction bizness, so i have no interest in giving you any constructive criticism.
        Yes, i have been criticized worse, and God bless those who dared to do that. They made me better.
        Do not in any way deceive your self by thinking that because readers on NS compliment your work that you are good. Never forget, 90 percent of NS readers and writers know nothing about good writing. This is a place wannabe writers come to get their ego’s stroked.
        What you should always ask yourself is this: Can this story get any price? If its in a collection of stories would it be someones favourite? Would i be embarrased by this story 3 years form now?

        Forget about NS readers, out there is a very mean world.
        I read 2 lines of the story and knew immediately it was a cliche. Using cliched sentences can be forgiven, telling a cliched story is plain…evil. Nobody wants to read about sexual molestation or rape or wife battery etc. It is now an old gist. If you must tell an old story, use a new angle.

        I wrote a nonsense like that a long time ago. Sex with my father. It was finally removed from Naija stories after a long interesting battle. Google the story, its on my blog and some other sites.

        Finally,i dont care about your feelings. Dont care about mine too. I read a story, and i say exactly what i think of it. My opinion is mine alone, and i must tell you, it is a very informed one. If i say a story is nonsense, it usually is. That doesnt mean i can do better. But who cares?

        Be encouraged.

        1. @kaycee now see this is so much better. For someone not in the construction business, you give very good ones when you put your heart to it.

          Please note I have never claimed to be good, and I know not to take all NS comments to heart, I’m just trying to get better at this, having only started writing last year.

          Also you said you were criticised worse in the past and that helped you, now don’t you see the contradiction in what you are doing now? I can bet you they were not one line sentences that didn’t tell you anything. If it were, then what would you have known to improve?

          Anyway thanks for this, like I said this is better, I’ll take all the comments on board and I’ll aim to get better and also check out your story

          And now I can actually say, thank you for reading and thank you for the comment and mean it.

  28. Really nice!!!!!! I like

    1. @klixmeelah thanks for reading and the comment, glad you like it

  29. Really nice bcos I couldn’t predict what would happen next. Shocking that her father is such a maniac but truth be told, it happens a lot in our society. From Fathers, brothers, uncles, househelps and drivers. May God save us from this evil

  30. @aadetoyin thank you very much for reading and the comment, really glad you liked it.

    Yes it’s crazy how the people we trust let us down and God will definitely save us ooooo

  31. I liked the fact that each of her decisions i.e. @8, @16… seem to lead into another tale. Keep in mind pointers and tips given by others. Keep writing!

    1. @elly thanks a lot for reading and the comment, yes each phase of her life was meant to be a mimi story that ties up into one big one. Glad you liked it and will take the points on board

  32. Absolutely amazing—I love this! Every thing was on point. Everything. Enough to make me look past the fact that rape and abuse stories are now commonplace.

    I really really enjoyed reading this. You have arrived, yes you have.

    Keep improving your art all the same. Well done.

    1. @chemokopi my oga, really glad you like it, this has really made my day. Yes oo rape and abuse stories have started to become the norm, so trust me I’ll be staying away from it or else I find another angle

      Meanwhile where have you been… this your busy nah wah ooo :)

      You still have one more story to ready ooo http://www.naijastories.com/2013/08/my-eyo/

      Will look forward to the comment, Thanks for reading this and the comment, really appreciate it

  33. @dkny111, a world of enchanting words………………..

  34. @innoalifa thanks a lot for reading and the encouraging words glad you liked it

    1. @dkny111, forever welcome…………..

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