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The voiceless
Chapter One
"Blood is thicker than water, but sometimes water is all you've got."
"So much pain! So much tears!" I wailed, my voice echoing through the empty house. Suffering seemed to be my constant companion, a dark cloud that had followed me since childhood. They said that suffering was temporary, that ease would come after. But for me, it felt like an endless night.
Men, men, men! They stained my white and still called me dirty. Life and men had twisted me into knots of pain. My name is Omolola, and this is my story.
It all began when I was four. I can still faintly remember my father pushing my mother and me out of the house, locking my three elder brothers inside. They had tried to stop him from sending us away.
"Useless woman, take your stupid daughter and leave my house before I kill you," he roared. I was too young to understand the full weight of his words, but I saw the tears streaming down my mother's face as she begged him.
After hours of pleading and the intervention of our neighbors, he finally relented, allowing us back inside. But that was only the beginning of our torment.
Everything we did was wrong in my father's eyes. He even stopped feeding us, giving my elder brothers money instead and warning them not to share it with us.
At first, my brothers were kind enough to give my mother and me some of the money, but that kindness soon faded.
"Please, can you help us with some money to eat? Mummy and I haven't had anything since last night," I begged, my voice trembling.
"Get out of here," Brother Lekan, my eldest brother, shouted.
"Leave her; that's what she likes doing, begging up and down," Brother Seun mocked me.
"Go and collect your own from Daddy," Brother Dami said.
"But you guys know how Daddy is now; he will not give me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Go away." They all screamed at me and started laughing.
"What am I going to do? I'm starving," I muttered to myself.
Watch out for chapter two 🤗
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"Blood is thicker than water, but sometimes water is all you've got."
"So much pain! So much tears!" I wailed, my voice echoing through the empty house. Suffering seemed to be my constant companion, a dark cloud that had followed me since childhood. They said that suffering was temporary, that ease would come after. But for me, it felt like an endless night.
Men, men, men! They stained my white and still called me dirty. Life and men had twisted me into knots of pain. My name is Omolola, and this is my story.
It all began when I was four. I can still faintly remember my father pushing my mother and me out of the house, locking my three elder brothers inside. They had tried to stop him from sending us away.
"Useless woman, take your stupid daughter and leave my house before I kill you," he roared. I was too young to understand the full weight of his words, but I saw the tears streaming down my mother's face as she begged him.
After hours of pleading and the intervention of our neighbors, he finally relented, allowing us back inside. But that was only the beginning of our torment.
Everything we did was wrong in my father's eyes. He even stopped feeding us, giving my elder brothers money instead and warning them not to share it with us.
At first, my brothers were kind enough to give my mother and me some of the money, but that kindness soon faded.
"Please, can you help us with some money to eat? Mummy and I haven't had anything since last night," I begged, my voice trembling.
"Get out of here," Brother Lekan, my eldest brother, shouted.
"Leave her; that's what she likes doing, begging up and down," Brother Seun mocked me.
"Go and collect your own from Daddy," Brother Dami said.
"But you guys know how Daddy is now; he will not give me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Go away." They all screamed at me and started laughing.
"What am I going to do? I'm starving," I muttered to myself.
Watch out for chapter two 🤗
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