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The Villian’s Story (2)
<p><em><strong>I know you being waiting to uncover my story, and to you it might not be your anticipated thriller but does it matter to me? No!</strong></em></p><p><em><strong><br/></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Whether or not what I went through deserves a your pity has got nothing on me.</strong></em></p><p><br/></p><p>———————————————-</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone finally wanted me and I was so glad I will further my studies but has anything ever gone my way? You know the answer already.</p><p><br/></p><p>It’s a big “NO”</p><p><br/></p><p>Off I went to leave in the north with her sister after grandma died because she still can’t take me in.</p><p><br/></p><p>And what a terrible decision that was!</p><p><br/></p><p>I was treated like the servant I was, after all, she was doing me a favour by taking me in, after my own parents neglected me. </p><p><br/></p><p>Life didn’t give more of a choice to learn good.</p><p><br/></p><p>So, I started to adapt early to the ropes of the wicked because tell me how the promise to further my studies ended up as working to learn auxiliary nursing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Right there and then, my dream to become a doctor went down the drain. Some people might shebi you are still in the medical field but will I be called a doctor?</p><p><br/></p><p>My Aunty, my mom’s younger sister stopped at nothing to reduce me to a version of myself I wished I never met.</p><p><br/></p><p>Feeding was a privilege, time was never mine to play with, money for basic necessities is equal to luxury which a peasant like me can’t afford.</p><p><br/></p><p>Even the money I made from work was taken away by my Aunt, every single dime. I guess that pays for the accommodation.</p><p><br/></p><p>Love was a language I never understood right from birth till adulthood. </p><p><br/></p><p>Before Grandma passed she tried her best to give it in well prepared meals and assurance but my heart couldn’t seem to assimilate it especially after I found out what they did.</p><p><br/></p><p>When, Dauda professed his love for me, I couldn’t wrap my head around it, I’m not delusional to believe him but of course I want to give it a try, I can’t waste my prime.</p><p><br/></p><p>Since there’s no home to write about, let’s try out the street. What do you think?</p><p><br/></p><p>Again I say, this is not a sob story…</p><p>———————————————-</p><p><strong><em>Sometimes the place that is met to be a safe nest for sweet dreams ends up being the very place for a lifetime nightmare.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>See you in the comments 😉</em></strong></p>
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