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10/12/2023

Last week Sunday, my wife woke up very early and began to cook. I was sleeping and was perceiving aroma of food.

I haven't tasted the food nor know what she was preparing but the aroma alone can tell what she was cooking.

I inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly to the aroma.

The aroma of what I perceived was like fried chicken and egg with other goodies which i can't predict.

It was like a dream.

The aroma of her cooking woke me up from cloud nine. Everywhere in the house was stew.

The aroma of the food she was cooking over shadow the room fresher of the house.

So I woke up and stylishly walked towards the kitchen door. Immediately she heard my footsteps, she jammed the kitchen door.

I pushed the kitchen door and walked in and stood.

She immediately covered the already fried chicken and stood staring at me.

"Good morning my sweetest queen, my world queen, the only queen that gives me joy when sad." I hailed.

She gazed at me and shook her head the negative way.

I held her round her waist and kissed her neck.

She turned, looked at me, and smiled without uttering a word.

"Hope you are fine?"

"I am fine." She replied.

"Ok. Is there anything you would want me to help you with? Like to cut meat, to help you fry you know.. that can thing."

She stared at me and smiled.

"Apart from money O, if it's money don't ask me, and if it's to pound yam don't also ask. Those two things I mentioned zero them from your question." I interrupted.

Immediately she turned and focused on her cooking without a word.

"Cut small meat for me to eat na."

"Noop."

"please na, is me your husband."

"NO!!" She raised her voice.

"But why?"

"Because me myself haven't tasted any yet till we both return from church we will eat as we like."

"And why is your mouth oily if true, true you haven't tasted any?" I asked.

"I am not giving you a cut. Cut for me, cut for me before I know what's up the pot will be empity. I don't want history to repeat itself. So no meat for you till we return from church."

"Eheeen?"

"Eheeen." she replied.

"I don't think I will even be going to church today." I said.

She immediately turned and looked at me in surprised.

"Why won't you be going to church? See, we will go to this church together. I see no reason of you staying home." She shouted.

" I have reasons O."

"Which are?"

"My clothes are not ironed and I haven't polish my shoe."

"I have done that already."

"You ironed the one I don't want to wear and polished the shoe I don't like wearing."

"Which do you want to wear to church?" She asked.

"That my white native."

"I have ironed it already. Infact, I ironed all your clothes last night so get dress before I finish in the kitchen."

"My stomach is paining me. I don't think I will be going today. Just go and pray for us." I said to her, and left the kitchen.

30 minute later she finished everything and came back and met me on bed pressing my phone.

"Like seriously you are not going?" She asked angrily.

"I have told you my stomach is paining me." I replied carelessly.

"Let nothing happen to the food in the kitchen must especially the meat." She warned.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled like someone that wants to take his last breath.

"I have told you already. Infact, don't worry I think I know what to do."

"What will you do?"

"Only me know what to do." She replied.

I covered myself in blanket and continued shouting my stomach.

She glared at me and walked out of the bedroom without a word.

Immediately I heard the sound of her car, I jumped down from the bed and went straight to the kitchen.

I got to the kitchen but couldn't find the pot nor the meat crumbs in the pot.

I opened the fridge, the cupboard still nothing.

"Where this woman hide this thing?" I whispered to myself.

I searched all the house but couldn't find it. I even checked under the carpet, the sitting room but nothing.

I got tired and gave up searching.

After church service, my wife drove home. When I heard the sound of her car, I went and stood at the door entrance.

She got down from the car and began to sing a worship song. I am sure it was one of the songs they sang in church.

"You cooked and hid it away from your husband so that hunger will kill me abi? Continue." I thundered.

"I know you will look for it. Devil husband like you. See be going to church O." She sparked, and went to the boot of her car and began to bring down the pots.

I stared at her in shocked.

"You took food to church?" I asked surprisedly.

"Yes O. It's better than for me to come back home and meet chicken head and legs." She replied.

"Honey, you took food to church haaa!!" I screamed.

"Or won't you eat again?" She asked.

I heaved heavily and said to her;

"Let's go inside and eat."

She looked at me for a moment longer and began to laugh.

I can not come and miss sweet food because food go church.

Inside life.

Written by Bernard Patrick
Aka MrBen.

10/12/2023

My client rented one of his apartment to a Herbalist.
And it was drama upon drama as this Herbalist hardly pay his house rent on time.

We took the Herbalist to Court and The Herbalist got angry and decides to move out of the apartment and he laid a curse on the apartment that no one will rent that apartment again.

This thing was looking like drama and last year made it 3 years that no one had interest to rent the apartment, once they come to look at the apartment, they just lost interest.

So earlier this year, we hand over the apartment to one Agent, and he promised to break the Curse and make sure he rents out that apartment
It was a sign of relief as the agent succeeded in putting a tenant in the apartment last month.

This morning I was informed that the agent is dead.

And I am here asking my self different questions since morning

Is it that the agent died because he broke the Curse?

Is there any spiritual power that could prevent people from renting a particular apartment?

If this Herbalist was truly powerful, why can't he make himself rich?

The tenants that rented the apartment, are they really safe from the spiritual curse laid down by the Herbalist ?

26/11/2023

MASKED PAIN

ONE

DOLLY

"Lead us in prayers Doll before going to sleep," mum says to me after our round table supper.
I used to love that name so much before but not anymore. This is because dad always uses it as he moans and groans on top of me as he molests me.
I have told mum not to call me by that name for a very long time but I gave up when she refused to listen to me.

"God protect my sisters. Amen!"

I can feel their stare even before opening my eyes. I have nothing else to tell God nowadays. I gave up on praying and I don't know why mum can't understand that. I also hate going to church because what is the essence of going there when no help is forthcoming from there?

"What is wrong with you Dolly? What kind of prayer is that?" Mum asks me angrily.

"It's okay. Let her be. Maybe she had a rough day at school today. I will pray instead," dad tries to calm mum down.

"No my dear. You like defending her so much and that is why she has started disrespecting us! I am..."

"Relax please and let's pray," dad interjects her and immediately starts praying before mum can continue with her lecture.
A lump blocks my throat as I listen to him praying telling God to protect his children from all evil when he is the devil's incarnate himself. I wish lightening would strike him dead right at this moment.

" Let me take your all to bed my girls," Dad says immediately after ending his prayers.

Mum's face glows with admiration for her husband as he takes Tabby in his arms and asks Renee and I to follow him. I wait until he has put Tabby to bed and leaves the room before going to my room with is adjacent to my sisters' room.

" Good night my sweet Doll," he whispers to me before heading back to the table room.

" The results are out my dear and bravo, you made it!" Mum happily tells me.

"You will be joining secondary school in two months time my Doll. Daddy and Mummy are so proud of you. Your Mark's earns you a direct entry to a national school. I am so happy," mum continues.

I would have been happy before to leave home and go away to a boarding school but not anymore. I can't leave my sisters alone. I don't want the monster to jump to either of the two. I hope I will be able to convince mum to take me to the nearby day secondary school. That way I will be able to watch over my sisters.

I am sure that he has not done anything to them yet and I don't want them to go through whatever I go through.

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"I don't want to go to a boarding school. I want to go to Mambo Day School," I say to mum.

"I hope that you are just joking because I won't let you ruin my joy of taking you to Alliance High. Don't you see that I want the best for you Doll?"

"If you wanted the best for me mum you would have been able to see that I have not been okay for a while now mum," I answer back.

"What is wrong with you? Watch your mouth Dolly! Didn't I teach you manners?Let this be the last time you are arguing with me!" Mum angrily tells me.

Sometimes I feel like she isn't my mother. She snaps at me everytime I speak my mind.

"You two are always arguing. What is it this time round?"Dad says walking into the house from work.

"Just imagine that your daughter says that she won't go to a national school! Sometimes I fail to understand her. She was nagging me before to take her to a boarding school and now when the chance is finally here, she doesn't want to! Can you imagine that she wants to go to Mambo?" Mum continues shouting. I decide to walk away.
"Come back here! Am not done with you!" She shouts as I storm out of the house and leave them alone.

I find Renee out playing with my cousin. Seeing her happy makes me contented and I swear not to let mum take away Renee's smile from her face by taking me to a boarding school because dad will surely shift to her.

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26/11/2023

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I called my husband to get diapers and baby milk while returning from work, after about 2hours I called to remind him but he wasn't picking up, I called more than 20times cause he was supposed to be home but he wasn't still picking. My mind was restless.
I wondered what would make my husband ignore my calls for so many time, no Ifemi isn't a cheat, he doesn't keep late night, what has happened to my husband?

I kept wondering, not long I heard someone banging madly on the door what, Mrs Bassey, Mrs Bassey she called, I checked through the window, what is it please I said through the window, your husband, your husband is being beaten up by angry mob, the owner of the shop he bought from accused him of stealing so they beat him up, comeoooo comeooooo they went to buy fuel to burn him.

I left my sleeping baby in the house, I forgot to lock the door, the only thing I remember was calling the police to come immediately, I ran without bra to the street where it happened, oh my God, my husband was naked and fuel was poured on him already, I hugged him. Kill me too, kill me too I screamed, how can a man that has over 70million naira in his account be a thief?
What did my husband steal I shouted, my wrapper fell off I was left with my top an tight, kill me too, I said, they tried pushing me away madam we will burn you too, leave or we will burn two of you, they said but I was willing to die along.

My husband isn't a thief. What did she claim he stole? I'll pay 50times, one of the women noticed my C.S fresh scar, madam leave here and go look after your baby, you just had C.S and you don't need this stress, she said.

I didn't care all I wanted was for them to leave my husband, one of the guys hit me with a wood that was when my husband begged me to go take care of our baby that two of us can't die leaving the baby.
I didn't even bother to leave him but they started beating me along and pushed me away. My husband was half dead when a guy poured another fuèl on him and lighted him up.

Immediately the police came and quenched the fire but my husband's body was already burnt including some part of his hair and face. Some police men took my husband to a nearby hospital immediately and some of the people that beat up and burnt my husband ran away, only few were arrested.

What did he steal the police men asked, he stole milk from a shop? A young lady replied, which shop and who owns the shop the police asked, that woman's shop down there, Mama Rose shop, they pointed towards the direction, madam let's go there the police said.
I entered the van and those arrested too were pushed into the van.
When we got there it was my step sister's shop, haaa sister you have been the one after my husband life, How can you accuse your own inlaw of stealing from you? I said.

Hold on madam, do you know her? The police man asked, yes she's my step sister, same father but different mothers, I replied. Ok let's take it up from here, the police man said. He added, Madam you have to follow us to the station for proper questioning and investigations.

They directed her to the van too, madam can we stop by your place for you to wear something better the police said to me? Yes officer, my baby was alone too, I said as we all entered the police van.

I got home and I saw my baby lifeless. Blood of Jesus I screamed.
Two of the police men came in, madam any issue? I had no voice to say a word. I place my ear on my baby’s chest to feel her heart beats, tears was rolling from my eyes. I muttered to myself, ‘after 6years of waiting and God finally blessed me this is how the devil has stolen my joy’ 😭😭😭😭😭

The police man took the baby from me and checked, madam this baby is alive let's get to the hospital immediately. We went to the hospital and the nurse said my baby cried and choked. That was when I realized I left my baby alone for 6hours. Don't worry he'll be fine the nurse said, not long my sister that I had called arrived the hospital and looked after my baby while I proceed with others to the police station.

We got to the station and they were all asked to seat on the floor.

What's your name madam the police asked my step sister and she responded, what happened in your shop this evening? the police asked again.

That man Mr Bassey or whatever they call him came to my shop to buy milk he paid for one and stole one she said

Ha sister my husband stole milk? My husband that u of all people know stole milk? I screamed.

Calm down madam let's handle it, please don't cause confusion the police said to me.

Madam when he paid for the milk how much did he give to you? And who parceled the milk for him?cause this are big tins of milks and can't be hidden in a cloth or something? The police asked

He gave me 15,500 and I parcel one milk for him, how he managed to take the other one is what I don't know, my step sister said

Ok ma you have to go home it's getting late they will be detained till we find out the truth. The police said to me as I stood up to leave the station.

I got to the hospital and my baby was awake,I proceeded to see my husband, he was treated but couldn't sleep cause of pains.

Baby what happened between you and mummy Rose,I asked him.

Baby I bought one tin of milk from her she gave another one to me as a gift for our baby since she hasn't come to visit us since the baby was born, I was walking to where I parked my car that was when she shouted thief thief and ran towards me dragging the bag the milk was inside, then the street boys gathered she said I stole the two milk and 20,000 naira that was when the gathered to beat me up. My husband said

Hmmmm I'm sorry dear, tomorrow the police will come to hear from you too,I said as I was searching for my phone, it was vibrating I picked up the call it was my mum.

Hello mummy, I said

Yes, Joy your father's wife( my step mum) came to fight me in the morning and they said I am always proud because you are married to a rich and good man,they said it's either the man will divorce you or the man will die so that they will see how we will keep being proud. My mum said over the phone

Immediately tears rolled out of my eyes 😭 so this is the reason they want to kill my husband, what have I done to deserve this, has my husband not been kind enough to the family? The shop she's selling my husband have papa the money to give to her, y do they hate us so much? Yes you are the second wife but that doesn't mean they should kill us, I am the reason that family has a name, I am the source behind their success yet they want to kill my husband. I said crying 😭

The following morning the police came to hear from my husband, I followed them again to the station, I confronted my step sister and we exchanged words,in the process my step sister said I was lucky that by now I would have been the latest widow,others were released but she has been in prison for 8years now but I can't still forgive her.

©️Ndiana Paul

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23/11/2023

Sochi, a 17-year-old girl, was known as a sēx freak.

And that was why I gave her transport fare to travel down to visit me.

I wanted to taste her so badly.

Before our plan to meet and have sēx, I met Sochi in a popular Facebook group.

She was a celebrity in the group because she was extremely beautiful, curvaceous, and sēxy.

Not only that, she made a lot of sēxual posts in the group despite her young age of 17.

Today, she would post a beautiful picture of herself with the caption, "Can I be your bae?"

And tomorrow, she would post a picture of her clad only in pants and bra, with the caption, "DM if you think I'm cuter than your girlfriend."

All her posts garnered thousands of likes and reactions, with boys ogling her body, and commenting how much they wanted to fūck and taste her.

Like all other boys, I wanted to taste Sochi. I wanted to lick the thing in between her legs.

I wanted everything of hers because she was pretty, mouthwatering, young, and gorgeous.

I wanted her to be mine.

So, I entered her DM with a "Hi, pretty."

After three hours, she replied, "Hello, boo."

That was how we began to chat. For days, Sochi and I chatted, video called, texted, and shared nudēs.

The first day Sochi sent me a nudē of her big, bouncy, bréasts, I almost went mad with craving.

I yearned to have her soft brēasts and her brown ni***es in my mouth; to bīte, lick, and sūck them.

I sent my nudē to Sochi, and she echoed my thoughts, telling me she wanted to sit and fūck herself on my dīck until I cūm.

I knew she meant it as I was not bad-looking myself. I was as handsome as she was beautiful.

So, when I asked her if she would visit me so we'd have a taste of each other, she said she wanted to, but we were far apart.

She was right, she lived in Lagos, and I, Enugu.

This soured things but I was determined to use her, so I thought of what to do. Finally, I came up with the idea of sending her transport fare so she would travel down to see me.

I asked her opinion, and she said it was alright. But she asked if I lived alone, I told her that I live with my parents and siblings, but I assured her that I would be the only one at home that day as my family had traveled.

Afterward, I asked her about the price of the transport from Lagos to Enugu, and she said N10,000K, but I sent her N15,000K just in case...

We planned that I would host her in my house in three days – on a Thursday.

On that Thursday morning, I gave her the address of my house, and she assured me that she was already on her way to the park.

Because I wanted to get ready, I cleaned the house, then I went to the market to buy ingredients for cooking. I bought tomatoes, pepper, onion, crayfish, and fish.

After I came back, I bathed, dressed, and sat in the parlor to see a movie. I didn't want to start cooking until Sochi arrived, so it would be fresh.

An hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I got up to answer it, and pleasantly, Sochi was the one standing on the other side.

She looked even more beautiful and softer in real life.

I smiled and embraced her tightly, savoring her clean flowery scent.

I ushered her into our house, knowing that it would be a great day.

As she walked deeper into our house, admiring our furniture and interior designs, I bolted the door tightly before coming behind her to scream, "Mom! Dad! Dinner has arrived!"

Just then, my mom, my dad, and the rest of my family leaped out from the places they had hidden, each clutching a sharp cutlass and knife, and each wetting their lips with their tongues as a deep hunger darkened their eyes while they approached a frightened Sochi slowly.

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©Emmanuel U. Umanah

22/11/2023

WHAT A WORLD 🌍

"Can you hear yourself Kelvin,you are sorry?A five month old pregnant woman will bring money and cook for you and you will open your mouth and eat".

"Baby…"

"Don't even provoke me with that name,I am tired and sick of it all Kelvin,I am..I can't continue like this".
She broke down crying.

I slowly washed my hand and went to her.

"I promised there is going to be a way out,I promise you ,I will never let you or our baby suffer,you have to be patient with me".

"Take your hands off me , Kelvin".
She snapped.

I drew back from her,

She supported her jaw with her hand muttering while crying as if she's going crazy.

I just touched the food that she brought to me before she asked her question
It was the first meal since yesterday afternoon,but seeing her in this state tighten my stomach,I lost my appetite.
I got up slowly and picked up my shirt,dusted it and turned to go back to work.

"Here this is the 5k I made for this week as a pretty laborer so far,I will be back home to check on you, please take care".
I emptied my pocket and left sadly.

I got outside and noticed my eyes were wet,I stared at the abandoned container where we were living.

Suddenly I sighted a cement trunk
"Work dey?"
I screamed at the driver running after the trunk like my life depended on it.

I was unfortunate to not have noticed the incoming bike.
I got hit and blacked out

I had a flashback to my life before now

******
I never ever worked,the maids and servants did all that.

I was one of those lucky to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth
I was a rare gem for the country's pretty ladies.
But the most attractive as they said was my personality.
I visit the orphanages and feed them,even the widows, make donations and sponsor lots of Kids till college.

As much as I do all these privately
The blogs find a way to feed my fans with the news.I was a public figure, respected by many for my private social life and humble nature.
I met and fall in love with my wife,Sarah
two years ago at a friend's wedding in Dubai.
She was lucky to be there,on vacation with here rich bestie who was born in a high class family,as she said.
It was love at first sight, beautiful and elegant,her smile was captivating
I have never been so affected by a lady before.
As a man who got green lights from ladies each time.I approached her,she sounded so kind and humble.
We came back to the country still in touch then we became friends and lovers until last year I proposed,I was lucky she said yes,even though everyone will think it is pretty easy for any woman whose suitor is ranked as the youngest billionaire in the world to say yes.

I appreciated her,with gifts that moment,she had to tell me to stop. We got married last year and that's where it all began. My mom died three years ago
On my wedding day my father called me and told me.I was adopted, it was like a joke or maybe a dream but unfortunately,that was my reality.

It was supposed to be my big day and happiest day right?
He said the last thing he would do as a father is to sponsor my marriage.
His mistress gave birth to a boy after three girls for him so he has no choice but to keep him as my replacement.
Every account and company I managed had been changed to the his true son's
I was left with nothing, nothing! Empty handed.

After the wedding I was instructed never to call him father,or associate with him.
My father is not just any man,so I had to take him seriously. I went back to the reception.
My wife noticed my mood change even though I tried hard to cover it up.

"Are you okay honey?"
I smiled back and nodded
She wrapped her hands around my neck and smiled.
I looked around
Is that why none of his friends were here to support us? I asked myself.
My friends who are from a high class family are not here either,just few

After the wedding,my wife expected a car gift from me,a Mansion or all that crazy surprise for the bloggers to carry the news.
I used the remaining money I got from the wedding to pay for a good hotel so she won't know what's happening
I pray to find a job as soon as possible,but I was not aware of the other side of the world where you are a nobody. Things were smooth as a richman's son so I thought,it's the same for everyone.

After our wedding night
My wife found out about the stuff from a blog site. She questioned me and I had to tell her the truth.

I can't start our family with a lie as it's foundation.
She cried and cursed me for tricking her
The worst part as she said was that she's pregnant already or else she would have left that night.
But that worse part was a pain killer for me
I was going to be a father
I had a reason to smile
I hugged her and promise to try my best
She didn't say anything
Three months gone I was still job hunting
The food we ate was provided by her. She worked as a secretary,but only paid Peanuts,even though she often insults me and disrespects me. I don't blame her, it's hard to accept my new fate and suffer just like that,but why can't she understand,I am as hurt even a hundred times more than her.
I'm trying my best to look for a white collar job.I have one of the best qualifications but fate wasn't fair to me.
I had to go to work, or at least go home with something for her.

Down on my hospital bed ,tears rolled down my cheeks.
"It's a day now ,no one has come for him since then?"

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"Sigh... ,he gave us his wife's number yesterday,we called his wife,she said we are disturbing her,bla bla bla".

"What a world,some women are heartless,a matter of life and death,if no one will pay for his hospital bills or even food for him to take his injections,the doctor will take him off".

"I know right,the man who hit him paid for his emergency promise to return but have not seen him since then".

"Thank goodness, his injury isn't life threatening or else".

"Nawa Ooo my sister things are happening".

I heard two nurses gossip about me
One of them was kind enough to give me food but the next day I was discharged for not having any means of payment for their treatments.

******TWO DAYS LATER******

"Please sir ,I can do it please".

"Your leg is broken please go home is it by force,you can't carry cement with that walk-ing stick,go home until you heal properly"
The manager of the block industry instructed.

I quickly dropped my stick and leaped towards him.

"Sir trust me I can do this".

"Carry that one there".
He ignored me pointing to the blocks for a customer.

I fell on my knees and begged.
"My daughter is everything I have left,she hasn't eaten since morning,I have to provide something for her before bed,she is young and need food to grow,she is a sweet little angel, I can't watch her suffer"

"Am I her father? ,it's your responsibility Mr Man stand up and stop making me look bad".

"Sir please,I can do this , if I break any block lock me up in jail".

"And who will pay for the damages? As if there's anything I will gain from putting you in jail".

"Please sir,sir look at me, help your brother".
I continued to plead.

He groaned loudly.
"If you insist on going on,I won't spare you if any one gets damaged".

Happily I got up on my feet and leaped as fast as I could to get a brick.

I struggled but I almost dropped it, I slipped badly but managed to save the brick. The manager came and threw a 200 naira note on my body.
I was sitting there trying not to cry in public.

"Buy food for your daughter,don't ever return here or else you are healed".

I thanked him and left sadly
At least my special will have some time to eat tonight.

"Sarah, punish me and not our daughter,I don't care if you already married someone else but please don't abandon an innocent child".I pleaded to my wife's imaginary image in my mind.

I went home and on my way I bought noodles to cook for her.
After cooking, I went to get her from school
As soon as I stepped out of our house
I found her jogging happily towards my direction.

"Special",
I was surprised, I always told her to wait behind after school. I will come and take her myself cus her school is far from our place.

She hugged me,I carried her up and pecked her cheeks.
"Why didn't you wait for me to come get you and have your school dismissed already?"

She nodded and sniffed the air
"Dad, you're cooking indomie!!!"
She stared at my eyes,her eyeballs sparkling with excitement.

I nodded,she hurriedly took her bag in ,I put off the gas and followed her.
I helped her undress and took her outside by the roadside behind the container we live in. There I made a manageable tent with abandoned cartons and nylons for the bathing room and a wrapper for the curtain.

I made sure her bath time was the best part .
I will always swing her until she gets air dried,each laughter that escapes from her lips strengthens me the more. After I carried her like a newborn into the house and changed into her day gown ,she got only three.

I gave her the pot to eat from while I washed her school uniform.

"My special, you must be hungry,i'm sorry daddy promised you will start eating breakfast again my leg is healing gradually".

"Daddy let's eat together"she requested.

That's when I realized her food was untouched,she was waiting for me to eat first .
To be frank I was really tempted to eat even a spoon or two while cooking it but it won't even be enough for her,I can drink water and eat the cashew fruits at my workplace to survive starvation.
I shook my head and smiled.

"Daddy's tummy is full honey,eat up,the indomie is not enough".

She shook her head,insisting, sometimes my daughter surprises me,she is way smarter than I always think of her.

"I won't eat unless i fed you,be fast daddy am hungry"she sobbed.

Seeing she was persistent I gave in and dried my wet hands before going to join her.
She fed me twice and then herself,I was so hungry ,the worms in my tummy were rejoicing. Finally the lord was done ,triggering more hunger sensation in me,I didn't know when, I picked up the ones that fell on the floor and ate them up.
Until I looked up and saw her swimming in tears.

"You're hungry daddy, why are you lying that you are not,you always said I should never lie no matter what".

I really don't know how unfortunate I was to lose my wife and everything, but special was more than everything to me.

I drew her close to my chest and cuddled her up.
"We dont lie no matter what,we don't insult people, and don't fight".
I whispered to her.

She was still crying.
"If you stop crying I will buy you another indomie "I tried to cheer her up.

She shook her head in disagreement.
"Ok what's going to make you stop crying?"I asked.
She crawled out of my arms and got the pot of food,standing up to feed me.

I smiled back at her,but I won't let her do that,I am her father. It's my responsibility to take care of her needs,being soft won't change her mind.

I quickly switched my mood
"Special i will get my cane,eat the food stop playing around,why are you stubborn?"
I sneered angrily.

She break down crying again
I had to go get my cane and force her to eat.
After she forced herself to eat ,shivering from crying for long.
I cuddled her up, she was mad at me,realizing what i did.
I laughed at how she cried out loudly that I tricked her to eat the food without me.

"Forgive daddy baby,forgive daddy"
She kept trying to get away from my cuddle ,her small feets kicking, I seized her legs and tickled her.

She chuckled out loudly,the drama queen went back to her angry mood again,I kissed her forehead and kept hugging her till she slept off.

I watched her sleep.
Hours later after her nap time.
She woke up in the evening and staggered sleepingly outside.
I was seated there watching the moving vehicles and cars. I used to have a lot of them then, who would believe that in years to come ,my daughter will never enter a private car.

"Daddy!"

"I'm here, Special".
I carried her and put her on my lap. She rested her head on my chest as we watched the moving vehicles together.

"Can we play the hand clap and feet clap game together daddy".

"Uga?"I asked, as they call it in our local language(Igbo).

She nodded
"It's for girls,"I laughed.

"Daddy please ,the girls in school never pick me".
Those Words hit me very hard.

"Why?"
I asked, trying not to sound obviously triggered.

"They just don't like me, they are so mean, they will insult you and I will insult them back".
She said and arched her brow angrily.

"Don't insult people,Special. That's bad"I said slowly.

"Why will they insult my daddy?"she pouted.

"And so? Don't copy them, it's not bad".

She nodded slowly in agreement.

I then ask her coldly.
"Did you report them to the teachers that they insulted your dad?"

"They learn it from the teachers".

I tried hiding my sadness.

"The best way to get back at them is ignore them,you are special, don't act like them".

She nodded but not yet convinced.
"Let them not insult my daddy again oo"
She said, holding her ear like a little old lady.

"They won't dare,"I said and laughed at how old she was acting.

"Well let's play the uga".
I said , knowing it will cheer her up.

"Thanks daddy I love you".
She jumped up excitedly and started coaching me.
I pretended not to have an idea because she enjoys teaching. My leg pain didn't stop me from letting her have fun, she never got from.her age mates.

Then we started
She will always laugh at me cus she caught me each time at the game.

"Daddy I feel bad for you ,stop doing like you are electrocuted ,change that feet style that's the style I always use to catch you".
After the game,I got four sachets of water for her bath.
and finally she decided to sleep.
I swore no matter what , I will make her proud of her daddy one day.

I cried silently, my head rested on the wall,my hand caged my knees .
She suddenly got up,and I roughly cleaned my face.

"You want to wee wee?"

She shook her head and fall on my arms ,I spread my legs for her to lie on.

"It will be fine daddy,ijn".

"Amen,"I responded.

"Thank God for today ijn".

"Amen".
I smiled at her,silly me forgot our night prayers.

"God bless make my daddy happy and heal him ijn".

"Amen"
I chuckled almost in tears.

"I really love my daddy,but each night he kept crying because of me,please God show me what I did wrong in my dream IJN".

I started crying silently, I couldn't even say Amen to her. I failed to let her notice I was crying, she must have thought she is the reason behind my misfortune, she is too young to have these in her mind.

"Daddy, It's well IJN".

I put myself together and said Amen
She hugged me tightly and started wiping my face with her gown.

"Don't let people see your pant!!"I teased her,she quickly brought her gown down and looked towards the door.

"There's no people here"
She replied innocently, her face expression showed she was offended,I laughed then started tickling her.

"Don't let anyone see or go close to your panties okay?"
She nodded.

"I wasn't crying because of you Special,sometimes people cry to let go".

"Let go of what?"Miss Smart asked me immediately.

"Pain,crying make one feel better sometimes".

"Maybe i'm not a human then, crying never makes me feel better"she disagreed.

I laughed out and put her down on the mat.

"You should go to bed".

"We should go to bed ".
She corrected , and I nodded my head.

"Yes ma'am".
Her tiny laugh shows she was satisfied.

We both lay down till she was deep in sleep and snoring.

I woke up and pulled the wrapper from the bathroom outside to cover her from cold then I went out ,sleepless to think of tomorrow, what will she eat,where will I go ,why is it taking so long for my knee to heal.

*****
Kelvin was a man who had everything and lost it.
Will Kelvin be able to stand up again, if not for anything for the child his wife left him with.
Find out in this Intriguing story

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