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04/03/2025

THE INVISIBLE HEART

Episode 2

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A few minutes later, Amanda came back into the compound.

One of her neighbours was seated on the corridor before his room.

Amanda exchanged greetings with the man seated before his room and was headed to her room.

As soon as she got to her door, she opened the padlock, and with a gentle push, the door swung inward.

She removed her footwear and walked in.

Before she could get seated, someone came knocking at her door.

"Who's it?" She asked faintly.

"Henry!" A deep male voice replied from outside.

"Neighbour! Come in!" She said and sat on the bed.

The young man who watched as she left with her coursemate walked in.

"Neighbour, I don't even know when you came back," Amanda said jovially.

"Hmm, how will you know. Someone was here when I came back," he replied casually.

"Oh, okay."

He pulled the reading chair to one corner and sat down.

"Amanda, so you've started keeping a boyfriend on this campus?" Henry asked, looking concerned.

Amanda chuckled.

"So, I'm right," he sounded tensed up.

"Abeg oo, he's not my boyfriend. He's just my coursemate."

"Coursemate? What did he come here to do then?"

"He brought my note that he borrowed earlier to complete his note."

"Why didn't he just give you the note and leave at once?"

"Hian!"

"He brought back a note and stayed that long in your house. You should be careful on this campus oo."

"OK, I will."

"What was he saying that made you laugh out loud so loud like that?"

Amanda burst into laughter again.

"I asked a question."

"Sorry, please, so, you heard me laughing. We were just talking about what happened in today's class. That guy is really funny. The way he was saying it made me laugh more."

Henry became green with envy, as Amanda explained.

"That guy is even a carry-over student sef," Henry continued.

"I know."

"If he had been this serious with his studies, then he wouldn't have failed that course."

Amanda became quiet and thoughtful.

"You should be careful about him, I'm just concerned about your safety in this school."

"Thanks, my caring neighbour."

"Anyway, how was today's class?"

Amanda replied, and they continued discussing.

Henry had been playing the big brother role for Amanda since she was admitted into that university.

He had known her from home. He knew her family even though he was not close to them back home.

He was a year ahead of Amanda.

When he learned that she got admission into the university, he helped her in her registration processes so that Amanda didn't feel the weariness that comes with being a newly admitted student in the university.

He carried her through most processes and made sure she didn't suffer the way he did when he did his registration process.

After her registration, he informed her that there was a vacant room inside the compound where he stayed. He advised her against staying in the hostel because he considered the hostel environment unclean and without privacy.

After Amanda's registration processes, she moved into the room that Henry secured for her.

Ever since then, Henry has been playing Big Brother role to her, and Amanda has been cooperative.

Henry is currently in his third year while Amanda is in her second year. They are in different departments but the same faculty.

After their discussion about the day's classes, Henry stood up to go back to his room.

He paused and gazed at Amanda.

"You looked so tired, didn't you have something to eat?" Henry asked.

"My dear, I'm tired. I don't know what to cook. I was thinking of going to that mama put joint and buying something."

"I cooked something oo."

"Thank goodness! Let me get my plate and spoon."

Amanda quickly went outside to get the plate from her cupboard outside.

"You don't even know what I cooked, and you are getting plate and spoon."

She laughed.

"I don't care oo," she said, opening the cupboard.

"You see your life, I made egusi soup."

"Really!"

"Yes and eba."

"Oh my god, you are the best neighbour ever!"

She kept the spoon and collected two plates for the soup and eba and locked the cupboard.

"Let's go abeg," Amanda said excitedly.

Henry smiled.

Both of them left for Henry's room .

TO BE CONTINUED

Credit: Ayogu Oluchi Eze Page

04/03/2025

FORSAKEN

CHAPTER ONE

The night was cold, but the pain in Emeka’s heart was colder. He sat on the old wooden chair in their one-room apartment, his head buried in his palms. The dim glow from the kerosene lamp flickered, casting long shadows on the cracked walls. His wife, Chinwe, was standing in the middle of the room, a small bag packed with her few belongings at her feet.

Amaka, only eight years old, sat on the floor, staring at her mother with teary eyes. She didn’t understand why her mother was leaving. All she knew was that her father was begging, his voice breaking with every word.

“Chinwe, please don’t do this. I know things are hard, but we’ll find a way. Just don’t leave us.”

Chinwe exhaled sharply, refusing to look into her husband’s eyes. “Emeka, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep suffering like this. Look at this house, look at the life we’re living. I deserve better. I have found someone who can take care of me.”

Tears ran down Amaka’s cheeks. She clutched at her mother’s wrapper. “Mama, don’t go. I will be a good girl. I promise.”

Chinwe’s face was expressionless. She pried her daughter’s hands away, knelt down, and held Amaka’s face in her hands. “You will understand when you grow up.” Her voice was almost a whisper. “Be strong, my child.”

With that, she stood up, picked up her bag, and walked towards the door. Emeka rushed after her, grabbing her hand. “What about Amaka? Are you really leaving your own daughter?”

“She will be fine,” Chinwe said coldly, pulling her hand away. Without another word, she stepped out into the night. The door slammed shut behind her, and just like that, she was gone.

Emeka collapsed to the floor, sobbing silently. Amaka stared at the door, waiting for her mother to return. But she never did.

Life after Chinwe left was unbearable. Emeka did everything he could to provide for his daughter, but things only got worse. The little money he made as a laborer was barely enough to feed them. Amaka watched her father grow thinner each day. He would skip meals just so she could eat.

At school, Amaka was mocked by her classmates. “Your mother left you because you are cursed,” they would say. Some of them even laughed at her torn uniform and worn-out sandals. But she never cried in front of them. She would wait until she got home before letting the tears fall.

Months passed, and Emeka fell sick. His once strong body became weak. Amaka did her best to take care of him, fetching herbs from the local market, cooking what little food they had. But nothing seemed to work.

One evening, as she returned from school, she found her father lying still on the bed. His breathing was shallow, his eyes barely open. She rushed to his side, shaking him. “Papa, wake up! Please wake up!”

He smiled weakly, reaching for her hand. “My daughter… always be strong. No matter what happens… never give up.”

Tears blurred Amaka’s vision. “Papa, please don’t leave me too.”

But Emeka was too weak to answer. That night, he took his last breath.

After her father’s burial, Amaka’s life turned into a nightmare. She was sent to live with her uncle, but his wife never accepted her. She was treated like a slave, made to do all the house chores while her cousins lived comfortably.

Her stepmother, Ijeoma, was cruel. She would give Amaka leftovers to eat, sometimes even denying her food completely. “Your mother abandoned you, and now your father is dead. Who are you to enjoy life?” Ijeoma would sneer.

Amaka endured it all in silence. But the worst was yet to come.

One night, while everyone was asleep, her cousin, Chidi, sneaked into her room. The air was heavy with silence, but Amaka felt his presence before she saw him. She opened her eyes, fear gripping her chest.

“Chidi, what are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice shaking.

He smirked, stepping closer. “Nobody cares about you, Amaka. Nobody will even notice.”

She tried to scream, but his hand covered her mouth. That night, her innocence was stolen. And that was just the beginning of her torment.

Amaka’s life became even darker after that night. She carried a burden too heavy for her young heart. She wanted to tell someone, but who would believe her? Her stepmother already hated her. If she spoke, she would be blamed, beaten, and maybe even thrown out.

Weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant. That was when everything fell apart.

Ijeoma found out and flew into a rage. “You are a disgrace! A pr******te just like your mother!” she screamed, throwing Amaka to the ground. “Get out of my house! You will not give birth to a bastard under my roof.”

With nowhere to go, Amaka wandered the streets, her heart filled with pain and hatred. Hatred for her mother, who had abandoned her. Hatred for life, which had given her nothing but suffering.

And in that moment, she made a vow. She would never forgive her mother. Never.

To be continued.....

04/03/2025

THE NANNY SON

CHAPTER 1&2..

WRITTEN AND OWNED BY AUTHORESS CHIDIMMA, PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZED 🙏

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CHAPTER 1

Mrs Helen stood at the street corner, her beautiful face filled with worries. She clutched a worn out bag in one hand and held the hand of her 10 year old son, Williams, with the other. The scorching sun beat down on them, and Williams eyes drooped, his yawns a testament to his hunger.

Their landlord had evicted them that morning, leaving them with nowhere to go. Mrs Helen eyes scanned the street, searching for a solution. She spotted a nearby shop and decided to beg for food for her son.

They entered the shop and the owner, a kindhearted woman, looked up from behind the counter. "Hello, how can I help you?" she asked.

Mrs Helen refused to speak at first, her pride wounded, but her son needs came first. "Please, ma I'm begging you. My son and I haven't eaten all day. Could you spare some bread or anything?"she pleaded

The shop owner smiled and replied , "Of course. Take this bread and pepsi for your son."

She handed Mrs Helen a loaf of bread and a cold drink.

Mrs Helen eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you so much, ma. God bless you."she thanked

"No problem, ma. By the way, I heard there is a nanny job available in that big house over there."The shop owner replied and pointed to a nearby mansion.

"Really? "Mrs Helen asked

"Yes" the shop owner replied

"Oh, thank you for telling me."Mrs Helen thanked

"Let you and your son eat first, then go for the job."The shop owner advised

"Thank you ma" Mrs Helen thanked again, and they sat down on the pavement outside the shop to eat. Williams was happy as he ate the bread.

After they finished eating, Mrs Helen thanked the woman and took Williams hand, and they walked towards the mansion.

The gate was imposing, with a sign that read "Nanny Needed." Mrs Helen heart skipped as she knocked on the gate.

The gateman opened the gate and asked "Who are you?"

"I'm Helen, and I'm here for the nanny job," Mrs Helen replied

"Okay, come in."The gateman said

Mrs Helen and Williams entered the compound. Mrs Helen eyes widened in awe by the sight of the mansion. The mansion was even more impressive up close, with its sprawling gardens, swimming pool, and luxurious cars parked in the garage.

"Mummy, is this our new home?"Williams asked

Mrs Helen smiled and replied. "Not yet, dear. We are just here for a job interview."

"Wow, it's beautiful!" Williams exclaimed and hurried towards the house, but Mrs Helen quickly caught up to him.

"Williams, this is not our house. Please behave yourself," she reminded him and held his hand tightly.

"Okay mum" Williams replied

They followed the gateman to the sitting room.

As they entered the sitting room, Mrs Helen and Williams saw Mr and Mrs Donald sitting on a couch, watching a program on TV. They looked up, slightly surprised, and the gateman introduced Mrs Helen.

"Sir, ma, this is Helen. She is here for the nanny job," he said.

"Alright, thank you. You can leave now."Mr Donald replied and the gateman left the sitting room.

Mr Donald turned to Mrs Helen and asked, "So, Mrs Helen, can you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you are interested in this nanny position?"

Mrs Helen smiled and began to explain her background and experience with children.

"Oh, how impressive. But, Mrs Helen, have you ever worked as a nanny before?"Mrs Donald asked

"Uhmm..No, ma. I haven't."Mrs Helen replied

"I see. Well, that's a bit of a concern. How do you think you will manage to take care of our children, considering you have no experience?"Mrs Donald asked

"Ma I'm confident that I can provide the care and attention your children need."Mrs Helen replied

Mr Donald cleared his throat and asked, "Is your son going to be living with you here?"

"Yes, sir." Mrs Helen replied

"How old is he?"Mr Donald asked

"He is 10 years old."Mrs Helen replied

"We expect him to behave himself and not disturb our girls. Can we rely on you to ensure that, Mrs Helen?"Mrs Donald asked

"Yes, ma. I will make sure he behaves himself."Mrs Helen replied

"Good. Now, let's go over to the rules. You will need to provide our children with healthy food, following the timetable in the kitchen. They should eat dinner by 6 pm so they can sleep early. In the morning, give them light food and ensure they are prepared for school on time"Mr Donald said

"And please, make sure they are clean and tidy at all times. We expect a high standard of cleanliness and discipline in this household. Is that understood?"Mrs Donald asked

"Yes, ma. I understand."Mrs Helen replied

"You will also need to ensure that our kids do their homework and study for their exams. We expect them to excel academically."Mr Donald said

"Yes, sir. I will make sure they excel academically."Mrs Helen replied

"Well, we will be paying you a monthly salary of 50,000 naira" Mr Donald said

Mrs Helen was shocked at the mention of the salary. It was more than she had expected.

"And we will also provide you with a room for you and your son to stay in. But please, remember that this is a place of work, not a playground."Mr Donald cautioned

"I will sir, thank you, sir. Thank you, ma."Mrs Helen thanked

CHAPTER 2

Mr Donald called out to a maid, his voice echoed "Rubby! Rubby!"

The maid, Rubby, rushed out of the kitchen ady answered, "Yes, sir"

"Rubby, here is Helen our new nanny. Take her and her son to their room.."Mr Donald said

"Yes, sir."The maid replied and turned to Mrs Helen "ma please follow me"

Then she started climbing the stairs, and Mrs Helen followed her as she held Williams hand tightly.

As they climbed upstairs, Williams gazed at the house and how beautiful it was, while his mother held his hand.

Then, in the corridor, Wendy collided with Williams and she said, "Watch your back, boy!"

Mrs Helen quickly intervened, "Sorry dear, I plead on his behalf." She apologized and they walked away

Wendy stared at Williams and Mrs Helen, she wondered who they were. "Who are these people in our house?" she thought to herself.

Winifred and Wendy were twins, pampered by their rich parents. They were identical, but they had birthmarks that could be used to identify them. Winifred had a small freckle on her left cheek, while Wendy had a tiny scar above her right eyebrow.

They were both beautiful, but with different characters. Winifred was the calm one, while Wendy was the proud one. Winifred always loved being simple, but Wendy always wanted the latest trends. She was the fashionista.

The two sisters loved each other, but Wendy often oppressed Winifred, taking advantage of her calm nature.

That particular day, they were fighting over a doll. Winifred was playing with the pink barbie doll when Wendy took it from her. Winifred asked for her doll back, but Wendy refused, so they were fighting over it until Wendy ran out of the room and Winifred followed suit.

They were running to the sitting room when Wendy popped up in front of Williams. But instead of apologizing, she said, "Watch your back, boy!"
Winifred the other twin passed Williams and Mrs Helen, but still in her haste, she greeted Mrs Helen humbly, "Good morning, ma."

"Good morning, my dear."Mrs Helen replied

The maid who was directing them to their room was a few steps ahead. Mrs Helen needed to catch up with her, so she advised Williams to hasten his footsteps, which he did, and soon they were able to catch up with Rubby.

Rubby opened the door to a well appointed room. The room was indeed beautiful, and Williams entered the room and exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautiful room!"

Rubby started lecturing Mrs Helen, "You see, Mr and Mrs Donald always ensure that their servants sleep in comfortable rooms. They weren't cruel to such an extent."she said and pointed to the wardrobe, "This wardrobe is for storing your clothes and personal belongings. You can hang your clothes, store your shoes, and keep your things organized. The restroom is just beside the wardrobe, you can't miss it. It's fully equipped with all the necessities. If you want to watch movies, there is a plasma TV in the room. Your son can watch movies if you are downstairs cooking. Just make sure to keep the volume low. And please, you shouldn't come to the sitting room to watch movies. Never try that. You should watch movies in your own room, as your room has a TV. That's the rule."

She then explained the dining arrangements, "For eating, we maids eat in the kitchen. The guards, driver, and gateman eat in their quarters, which is outside. Due to their duties being outside, not inside the house, they have their own separate quarters and their rooms are well equipped, just like ours. It's just that theirs is called the boys quarters."

She then pointed to the air conditioner, "And for the air conditioner, you can switch it on if it gets too hot in here and you can as well switch it off when it gets cold. It's easy to use."

Rubby finished the explanation and Mrs Helen thanked her

"Let me also advise you to guide your son carefully. Mr and Mrs Donald don't tolerate mischief from their kids."Rubby warned

"Thank you, I will take care of him and ensure he doesn't mess around with the twins."Mrs Helen assured

"Alright I'll take my leave now" Rubby said and left the room.

Immediately Rubby left the room..Williams jumped on the soft bed to enjoy its softness. While, Mrs Helen put their clothes and slippers in the wardrobe. After that, she took a bath and returned to the room to find Williams watching movies.

"Williams, go and take a bath." Mrs Helen said

"Okay mum" Williams replied

He got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After refreshing himself, Mrs Helen sat him down on the bed and advised him.

"Williams my son, remember that this is not our house we are in. You recall how the landlord chased us out of our old house?" She asked

Williams nodded his head.

"So, we need to behave well and avoid trouble. Try to avoid the girls and don't cause any mischief. Can you do that for me?"Mrs Helen asked

"Yes, I will, mum." Williams replied

"That's my son, thank you." Mrs Helen said and hugged him tightly.

After a few minutes of the hug, they pulled back, and Mrs Helen said, "Don't worry, my son, everything will be fine. I'm just happy that they gave us a good room, and we won't have to worry about mosquitoes biting us, and you will get to eat three times a day, unlike before."

Williams smiled as he was overjoyed.

In the sitting room, Mr and Mrs Donald were settling their daughters dispute.

"Mum, but I'm the one who took it first, and besides, she has hers," Winifred said.

"I don't like mine anymore, yours is more beautiful."Wendy countered

Mr Donald interrupted, "Alright, alright, honey, I will get you a new barbie doll tomorrow."

"And, dad, make sure it's beautiful."Wendy replied

"Sure, it will be... Now, smile for me."Mr Donald said

Wendy smiled broadly and hugged her father. "Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my baby girl. Now, you two should go to your rooms."Mr Donald said

Wendy and Winifred walked away and their father called out, "And please, don't fight."

They both nodded their heads and hurried upstairs.

"Honey, how did you manage to settle the fight?"Mrs Donald asked Mr Donald

"It's easy because I know Wendy very well. She loves replacing her toys every two weeks, so she looked for a way to do that and then decided to pressure her sister."Mr Donald replied

Mrs Donald laughed and said, "Yes, you're right."

"You know, she learned that from you."Mr Donald teased

Mrs Donald burst into laughter, knowing that her husband was right. Wendy had taken after her love for trendy things.

Mr Donald then changed the topic to Mrs Helen son, "Honey, are you sure our new nanny son won't disturb our daughters? I'm scared of that boy..." he said

"Don't worry, honey. I'm sure he will be taken care of by his mother and also we will just have to keep an eye on him."Mrs Donald replied

Alright."Mr Donald said

Suddenly, his phone rang.

04/03/2025

SHE DENIED HER MOTHER AND CALLED HER A BEGGAR

EPISODE 1

The golden rays of the morning sun stretched across the small town of Iroko, casting a soft glow on the mud houses and dusty paths. Inside a small, old looking house, Bisi sat on a worn-out bed, brushing her hair before a mirror.

"Bisi, come and eat before you leave for school," her mother’s soft voice called from the kitchen corner.

Bisi frowned. The sound of her mother’s voice always made her feel uneasy. It wasn’t because her mother was unkind or harsh. It was because of how she looked. Half of her mother’s face was marred with burn scars, leaving her with discolored skin and a distorted smile.

Bisi had never been proud to call her mother. “I'm not hungry,” she replied coldly, grabbing her bag.

Her mother, simply known as Mama Bisi, wiped her hands on her faded wrapper and stepped out of the kitchen. “At least take some groundnut cakes for lunch,” she offered, her face lit with a warm, hopeful smile.

“I said I’m not hungry!” Bisi snapped, her voice sharper than she intended.

The smile on her mother’s lips faded, but she said nothing. She only tucked the small wrapped cakes into Bisi's bag. “Alright, my child. Go well. May your day be blessed.”

Bisi sighed heavily and stormed out, her heart pounding. She hated this feeling. The shame that burned inside her. Why did her mother have to look like that? Why couldn’t she be like the other mothers? Written by Hilda’s Forum

Bisi’s mother was a widow and Bisi was her only child. She was a petty trader who sold foodstuff at the Iroko market. She managed to send Bisi to school from the little profit she made. She also had a small farm beside her house, where she planted some vegetables, pepper and tomatoes to support herself and her fifteen-year-old daughter, Bisi

That day, at St. Valentine’s Secondary School, Bisi blended into the sea of students, her smile returning as she joined her friends.

“Hey, Bisi!” her classmate Funmi waved. “is your mother coming for the Parents and Teachers' meeting tomorrow?”

“No,” Bisi said quickly. “My mom is… busy. She can’t make it.”

Funmi shrugged. “Alright then. But my dad will be coming and he promised to buy me something nice after. It should be fun!”

Bisi forced a smile but felt the sting of envy. Funmi always talked about her dad with so much pride, and her mother was always beautifully dressed. What would people say if they saw her mother, with her scarred face and old wrapper? She thought

That night, when her mother mentioned the Parents and Teachers' meeting, Bisi lied. “They postponed it,” she said without meeting her mother’s eyes.

Her mother only nodded. “Alright, my child. Just let me know when it’s rescheduled.”

The next day, Mama Bisi showed up in the school. She got to know from her neighbour at the market where she sold foodstuff, that the meeting was holding on that day. She locked her stall immediately and hurried to the school.

Bisi was shocked, when she saw her mother making her way to the hall where the meeting was holding. Her heart stopped.

“No. what is she doing here” she muttered under her breath. Panic and embarrassment surged through her veins. She quickly turned her face and tried to hide behind her classmates.

The principal, Mr. Adisa, welcomed the parents warmly. The meeting was held and Mama Bisi made her own contribution to the matters discussed

She was on her way out when she noticed Bisi among the students. She beamed with joy and walked up to them. “Bisi!” she called out proudly.

Bisi’s blood ran cold. Without thinking, she turned her face away and whispered to Funmi, “I don’t know who that woman is.”

The words slipped out like venom, but the damage was instant and deep. Her mother heard what she said

The warmth in her eyes flickered, then dimmed. She lowered her hand slowly, confusion and hurt clouding her face. She quietly walked away without another word

That evening, Bisi came home to find her mother silently stirring a pot of soup.

“You… you didn’t tell me you were coming,” Bisi mumbled without greeting her mother.

“I only wanted to support you, my child,” her mother replied softly, her voice trembling. “I thought… you’d be happy to see me.”

Bisi felt something cold and sharp twist inside her, but her pride kept her lips sealed. She turned away. “I’m tired,” she muttered and disappeared into her room.

Behind her, Mama Bisi wiped a lone tear from her cheek.

TO BE CONTINUED..

04/03/2025

Searching For a Male Child Episode Four

Eberechi left Alozie’s house with gratitude in her heart. When she held the N3 million in her hands, her mood truly changed. She realized that poverty had made her to behave like ‘mugu.’ By merely holding the money in her hands, she was gradually coming back to her senses. Eberechi realized how she had neglected herself and allowed her husband to use her like a piece of rag to clean the floor. The money given to him by Alozie seemed to have restored her sense of self-worth. She was now thinking properly like a human being. Before now, she was thinking like someone under the perpetual spell of her husband, but the money restored her ability to think independently.

“Poverty is a very bad thing. Just by holding this money, I’m now thinking properly. I can now make my own plans because I have money in my hands. I can now make my future plans. I can now talk of establishing a business. I can even plan the future of my children without minding what my husband will do. Truly, it is now that I can see clearly. Poverty was like ‘poto poto’ inside my head and it was blocking my brain and not allowing me to think normally.” Eberechi said to herself.

She brought out the huge cash and dropped it on the floor. She danced around the money as if she had won a golden prize. She was so happy that she used her small MP music player to play music loudly in her room. It was night but she did not mind. She kept dancing around the money, rejoicing and thanking God that she was about to be a businesswoman.

It was marriage that broke Eberechi. Before she got married, she was a big businesswoman who owned her own foodstuff store. It was her father who gave her money to build the business, but immediately after she got married, her husband collected all the money from her and told her to stay at home and become a housewife.

“He knew that if I don’t have money, he would be able to control me to do whatever he wants. Not having money is a very bad thing. When you don’t have your own money, you begin to behave like a slave. I was a slave under my husband because he was always threatening to stop giving me money to feed my children. Even at that, he was only giving me ‘small small change’ despite having a lot of money. People think we are enjoying but it’s a lie. This visit to Alozie has opened my eyes. A wise woman like me was behaving like a ‘sheep’. I was just tolerating my husband because I had no other way of taking care of my children. But now that I have my own money, he can never try ‘wahala’ with me.” Eberechi said as she continued to dance in her room.

“Me that was a businesswoman before marriage, my husband reduced me to nothing. He reduced me to zero. He reduced me to a slave. I don’t even know what happened to me again. I don’t know the point at which I abandoned myself and became totally unaware of what is happening around me. I look very old despite being a young woman. All I cared about was bearing children for a man who does not care about my health. He does not even care about the children I’m bearing. All he wants is for me to bear a male child for him, even if it means I die in the process. He is a very wicked man.” Eberechi said. She was even weeping as she was dancing alone around the money given to her by Alozie.

“Alozie has come to rescue me. I was not sick. I was not mad. I still have my brain intact. It was poverty that made me to behave like a mad woman. If I was not poor, I would have resisted my husband and stopped him from getting me pregnant for eight times. Now, my eyes have opened and I’m going to just pay attention to caring for the children I have given birth to. I’m not giving birth to another child. If my husband comes to my room to get me pregnant, I will refuse. If he invites me to his room, I will reject his initiation. If he says he will not give me money again, I will just tell him not to mind. I’m now an independent woman capable of taking good care of myself and paying for my children’s food and education.” Eberechi said. She got tired of dancing and then sat on her bed to rest for a while.

As she was resting, someone knocked on her door. She wondered who it was that came to see her at that hour of the night. The time was already past 11pm and most people had gone to bed. Eberechi quickly picked the bundle of cash and hid it under her bed. She then opened the door. It was her husband who came to be with her for the night.

“Good evening sir.” Eberechi said to her husband. Eberechi used to fear her husband a lot. The man was like a monster to her. But she was prepared to resist him that night.

“What is good about the evening? You don’t have to greet me. I have come for us to start another pregnancy journey. I need a male child and you have to get pregnant again. Your last child is already approaching ten months. Remove your clothes, come to bed and meet me.” Okenwa said as he went to Eberechi’s bed and lay there in preparation eat honey.

“I’m not going to allow you to drink from my water pot tonight. In fact, you will never eat from my honey pot again. I’m done giving birth and I’m done getting pregnant for you. I already have eight children. That’s enough.” Eberech said confidently. She was scared such that her lips were shaking, but she spoke loudly.

“You should leave my room. You are a wicked man. You want to kill me by getting me pregnant for the 9th time. This is not going to happen.” Eberechi said. She opened the door and asked her husband to leave the room. She also wanted to see what her husband would do next.

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