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Gabriel I pulled the car over and entered the lonely house, I’d been a bit shaken up but I had no idea what it was. I was feeling guilt but the silence in the house tormented me even more. I remembered my last conversation with Johnson and what I had said to him, ” Then
Katherine I hoped he would come, after texting him the address. An old church cathedral near my locale. The wind summerslamed into a pack of debris behind the church and an explosion of leaves and debris occured in the air . I feared the worst and hoped that I was doing the right thing, Mimi
Andrew She fixed her eyes on my scar and it pierced deep into my soul leaving me all cramped up inside. she tried to touch the skin surface where the scar had taken up its everlasting position as a reminder of what I suffered in the past, my uncle’s hardness and brutality; his babric attitudes
Katherine I went home to my parents and they accepted me with open arms. If there was any place I ‘d be safe, it was my father’s house. Mama burst into tears when I narrated everything that had happened to me in Gabe’s cruel hands , she rained curses on him and even the very
Gabriel ” You are the worst human being ever” She shouted at the top of her voice and flung objects at me. I dodged the attack but a book which she launched at me hit my left ear, the hard cover brushed my skin and soon I felt pain grow there . ” My dear
Damilola I watched as Kemi paced the room in anxiety. She turned round and moved to the door, came back , sat down and got up only to repeat the sequence. ” What’s it? I asked . The terror I had experienced in recent weeks had left me shaky and all fussed up. Dr. Johnson
” You are not looking so good ” Mama said in Ibo. She was holding a cup of water in a her hands. ” I’m fine , … Its just a little headache” . She sat down on the sofa in my father’s parlour and crossed her legs , slightly cautious of her left foot
When we understand fear, we think we can make it stop tormenting us…. Gabriel If I had not been very accustomed with Nigerian movies , I would have jumped out of my pants at the sight of the hideous figure that hugged me . Her hair was like a bush that begged for a cutlass
Gabriel. I explored every part of her body that night,my fingers went into areas that were vital and hit every G spot.She had moaned and screamed stretching every part of her body in a manner that was scary and I thought she would die. After she hit her head on the wooden frame , I
When fear strikes us, we tend to loose sight of what fear really means. .. “” Damilola The gate kept banging as the person behind it was furious to get in. Who the hell could that be? The sound woke me up from my afternoon sleep. I went out towards the balcony to take a