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The prophet of familiar spirits
episode one

So when i was small i was very stubborn and also played alot till the point my parents became very worried so much, i could leave the house the moment after I'd woken up without doing any work or house chores been the last born I'll leave for some friends place to play all the day , forgetting myself and only remember it by the time it was already getting dark.

And aside from this after I'd come back in the evening and gone to bed my parents would be woken up by the strange sound i was making while sleeping, i was fighting kungfu, jet li and Jackie chan in my dream so tell me the parent who wouldn't get really worked with worries, my parents teied all they could do within their human strength but it all was in vane; they beat me , starved me and even grounded me at home but still i remained unchanged and even me myself couldn't help it but continue delving back into my lifestyle, so to them it started seeming like it was getting clear that it was beyond the ordinary.

So both my Dad and Mom agreed that my Mom should take me to this prophet who lives in our town outskirts. Because i was getting really tired of been not able to change i willingly followed Mom to this man's place on Saturday morning like that.
But on getting there we were saluted by the man's steward on yellow gown tying a red cord around his waist. He said
"welcome to the mighty prophet's lair",
and he ushered us in but the moment we stepped into the prophet's little temple that doesn't really look like a temple, he welcome us by telling us that his God already revealed to him the reason why we were here and that
"your son here is been possessed by a familiar spirit that wants to drain him of all the excitement and happiness he is supposed to get in the future, reason why the very unusual and endless playing "
He told Mom and Mom without any doubt knelt down before the Man begging him to please help her son but i just stood back there looking around the whole place, it all looks like some sort of facade to me, like possibly someone must have come told about our mission here today. Well that was the very reality most of us are usually faced with in the houses of so-called prophets and soothsayers, despite me been a child i had so much fun doubting anything that purports itself as spiritual and supernatural or some being called God living above.

"Don't worry I'll cast the evil spirit from his body into the body of a pig just like Jesus our Lord did in the bible when he met the madman of gadara ",

That was how the man asked my mom to go and buy him a male pig and a bundle of Cane.

Hmm when I heard the man mentioned bundle of Cane i was almost like one who was sitting on a bucket of hot water. I hoped it wasn't what i was thinking.

On our way home i asked mom

"Mommy what is going to use a bundle of Cane for?",

Mom looked at me, displeased at me for making her go through this much, hissed and said.

"If you want to know then follow me back here without me dragging when we'd gotten the items he mentioned ",

I was really worried, I'd heard so much about what this White garment church people do to anyone brought to them for deliverance . They would call down heaven, on the God of Elijah to send down fire and flog the hell out of you. But i wanted to be sure if this was what this prophet was also planning to do to me. He was quite a different prophet sha, he doesn't even have a church, he just live alone in an abandoned house in the outskirt of our village.

When i met my friends i asked them if they know anything about the prophet living in the outskirts of our village, but known of them even know if any prophet lives in the outskirts of town. Well I didn't tell them anything about our mission to the man's lair. So I just asked them that we should go and find out about him. They voluntarily followed me since they were all out for any such adventure.

When we got to the man's lair, we didn't finds anyone there and the place even looked deserted like somewhere nobody has been to for the past one year, but this was the same place that we came to just yesterday here.

I was wondering how this was possible and i questioned myself if this was the same place we came to yesterday or we'd came to somewhere else.

We went inside the house and all we saw was his broken fe**sh stuffs on the ground, there were burnt candle wax of all colors here and there. We also saw a crucifix broken into halves. But we saw no trace of the man any where. My friends with me wondered why we were here.

"Ade what are we even doing here",
tagbo asked.

"Eehen, what are you even looking for this prophet for?",
Kunle added sounding curiously but i kept quiet, said nothing about my true intents and i said.

"i Heard there's this prophet who lives here before but he disappeared without any trace ",
i lied not even knowing if I was.
"please let's leave now",

Then we decided to return back home, but suddenly the weather darkened and it started raining. We ran back inside the house and it grew really darker inside.

We sat on some cement blocks which were arranged in a triangle used by possibly the prophet to cook whatever.

It was blistering out there with thunderstorms and lightening shredding the thick dark clouds still heavy with rains.

We started feeling cold because the breeze was blowing inside the room that used to be a living room but now was left in utter abbadon. Then we started hearing a strange and eerie sound coming from the passage that led inside to the other parts of the house. We'd also checked all there earlier but we'd found nothing useful, they were all left with trees already sprouting up cracking out through the roofs. It was only the sitting room that looks quite useful so when we first heard the sound we wondered what it was. It didn't sound like the wind storm that was blowing outside, it sounded cacophonic like some sound effect from some old Nollywood horror movies. It sounded a bit scary. Kunle look at me and said.

"I Don't think I'm the only one who heard that",

"No , i think we all heard that",
i added while Tagbo shook his head in agreement .
We stood up, and waited to hear the sound come again to be sure of where it was actually coming from. We were quite daring back then and nothing scares us enough to make us scamper off without knowing what it was despite our age, Tagbo was the oldest and he was barely thirteen but since he claimed to have spoken to a ghost in his late grandfather's room, we'd all thought of how exciting that experience could be and we all hoped to speak to our own ghosts in our own time and that day might just be today. We really hoped so.

We stood there , not knowing what to do yet, but we were waiting to hear the sound again, then it came again followed by the shrill sound of some nocturnal wild bird like an owl.
Tagbo who was standing facing the door to the dark hallway looked back at us and said.

"boys are you ready?",

Kunle who was the youngest look at me and i shook my head and said.

"yes we're ready ",

Then we ventured one after the other into the dark recess of the prophet Of Familiar Spirits to finds out what strange secrets lurks in there........

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Diary of a Tomboy called me.6

Today (Wednesday August 21st)

The next day it rained terribly hard so i was woken up late by Madam bobby with a bowl of cold water, i woke up drenched like a chicken. I caught cold instantly, me that had barely even recovered.

"So you're still here sleeping lazily abi?",
she yelled at me and i almost froze in fear and cold.

"now get up from that bed and go do your stuffs stupid girl",
she fired at me, pulling me up to my feet and sending me out. So i went to the backyard where no one could possibly see me to changed my clothes, i pulled my cardigan sweater and was left with a singlet, i was going to wear another one that was dried and cozy, but i also wanted to pull my trouser when Mr Bobby barged in on me. Then i hurriedly picked up my sweater still unworn and tried to cover my half naked body but Mr Bobby stood there staring at me directly without any sufficient vacancy to even flinched. I bet that was the first time he was seeing me like this.
After a long stare at me, he said nothing but Just walked away. I wore my sweater and didn't even bother wearing my juggers again. I went ahead to resume my day work, thinking that was the end of it all. But when night came, unlike other times, Mr Bobby came home alone without his wife. He was so**ed on alcohol and w**d, he was an irregular smoker. Abigail and i had been watching some movies in the sitting room but she left me before Her father came in, staggering here and there and for the first time i saw him talk gibberishly.

He came and sat close to me, but I shifted immediately, he smelled alcohol terribly. Then he said.

"Hey girl, why are you always even dressed up as a boy, is this how you are going to do your job?""
he had on him a naughty look and shifted towards me but i shifted a bit More from him but I'd gotten to the ending of the sofa, then he held my hand while i tried to dodged him, he siezed me and tried to drag me to him but his drunken strength can't help him enough, i flung off my hand and made it to run away. He came quickly siezed my cardigan and started dragging it with me but i pushed him and he fell to the ground. Then i took to the hallway, was going to hide in my room but then I changed my mind instead I ran to Abigail's doir , maybe she really wants to help, I could hear Mr Bobby grunts and mumbles "bloody bastard" as he raised up from the floor. I started banging at Abigail's door, but she wouldn't open cause she was already snoring lousily like a real dog.

Then Mr Bobby appeared at the end of the hallway, he was staggering and couldn't get hold of himself as he approaches me with his lazy moves, i banged at the door even more till i already started regretting it, i could have ran to my own room but the reason why I didn't even thought about it was because my door has no lock, they intentionally destroyed the lock so that they could barged in on me anytime they wants.

The hallway was quite long with three doors, one for Mr and madam Bobby and the last one where I was banging on was their daughters, the other one in the Middle was visitors room. My own room was their former store room they converted into a room to suit the new girl who'd came to live with them, who was me.

I was really scared, not knowing what could actually happened if Mr Bobby gets to me, but before he could finally Abigail opened her door, with a sleepy face wondering what the matter was but then she heard the grumbling of her father so she hurriedly let me in and locked the door.

We could hear him bang at the door, ranting and shouting my name
"Jaaannee",

I was panting seriously, Abigail look at me to get whatever was happening right.
"what happened?",

"your Dad is drunk",
i said

"yes, he is drunk , what else",
I wonder what she meant by yes he is drunk else , i looked at her, but i wasn't going to tell her .

"What did he do?",
Abigail asked meanwhile his Dad was still banging at the door

"Abigail, you're going to let that bastard daughter the devil out else I'll break this door now?",
he threatened and i was already shivering nervously, I Don't want any of this stuff tonight. I said nothing to Abigail bit she already know what his Dad must have tried to do.

"did he tried to r**e you?",
Abigail asked

"No he only made advances towards me",
i said.

"come on Jane what's the meaning of all this trash you're saying, did my dad tried to r**e you??"
Abigail retorted at me but i said nothing, i sat there quietly gazing at the wall, why was this happening now. I knew i was in serious mess, by the time Abigail's Mom comes back the whole story will change against me and there won't be a way out for me.

Since Abigail realized that I wasn't ready to say anything about the situation, she just left me and returned back to her sleep, but i sat there at Abigail's Make-up table, after a Mr Bobby couldn't get any response from the both of us he left too. i fell asleep there on the makeup table only to be woken up the next morning by a loud bang on the door.

Abigail's mom was back, I could hear both her voice and Abigail's dad's voice, screaming my name to come out now.

Abigail was as confused as i was at the moment, she was running around looking for a means to escape me, maybe she should hide me and pretend I'd already gone out but it was all pointless, the windows had metal protectors that neither the both could even bend. I was stuck for them to get me, we look elsewhere then she figured out a way.

"Jane i think i have am idea",

"what Abby I'm stuck here ",

"what about we you go through the ceiling, meaning we'll have to break it",
Abigail suggested and i was only dumbfounded to hear Abigail actually saying that.

"come on Abby that's ridiculous, i guess this is it",
i told Abigail and she cried"no, Jane", but i went to the door myself and unhooked it willing to bear whatever the consequences maybe, but before i opened the door Abigail gave me piece of paper with some numbers written on i couldn't take my time to even look at it , i quickly fumbled it into my pocket as i opened the door to face my fate with a bold face.

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Diary of a Tomboy called me.5

My mother used to have a little sister who was exactly Same age as i am now when she passed on. Her name is Sucie , they said she looks exactly like me and that was one of the very core reason Mom's parents willingly loved me, they wanted to see me grew up as their own child, probably the one they'd lost before now came back to them like a reincarnation, but before they knew it Mom stole me away and ran to the City with me, she was just been frustrated and was venting her hatred of my unknown Arm robber father on me.

Till this day I have no idea on how to even find my way back to the village, mom already destroyed everything that could possibly lead me back there, she wanted me to suffer and at the same time prepared me for it in such a way that I won't have to really feel the pains of my sufferings. I'd hoped also that one day I'll certainly find my way back to the village, since i still have the striking resemblance of my grandparents dead child Anna, yes, Anna was her name, she died of sickle cell but the herbalist whom they'd consulted claimed that she was a spirit child, an Abiku or ogbanje depending on where you are seeing this from.

Well my grandparents have also had several other children who died very early in infanthood, some barely months old, others days old but only Anna had gotten to thirteen years before she finally kissed the sands, then i came along, this time not through my grandparents but through their daughter , my mother Felicia. My parents loved me so much and soon forget about the circumstances through which i came into this world, they infact seemed to have forgave my unknown Arm robber father and they were willing to move on, but my Mom whose life ran into a halt when she got pregnant, a sponsor who'd given her scholarship to go to any heights of high institution withdrew their scholarship not believing the story that Mom was actually r**ed and have not foolishly gave herself to one boy as the villagers started speeding the rumors.

They said mom was a loose girl, moving about, jumping from one boy to the other, they tarnished mom's image and Mom face serious backlash and the shame of having to still remain in the village, heavily pregnant with me. Mom who used to be a very brilliant girl if not the most outstanding student in her village school, she'd came out with the best results from her waec, she was summoned by this non-governmental organization and was given a scholarship before the very eyes of everyone , before the very eyes of those who made sure they see the cavans of the beautiful artwork of her life burns before her very eyes too.

So Mom does not deserve any of those, Mom's life does not deserve to take such a turn that made her the shadow of herself. Though I already forgave Mom even before I knew any of these . Don't ask me how i know so much about Mom and not know where she actually came from.

Well Mom also kept a Diary of her own, where she wrote almost everything about her life, where she wrote almost everything she'd also aspired to be in the future. She also wanted to become a lawyer, a Human rights activist just like myself, none of these are coincidental, I only wanted to fulfill for Mom he sole desire, I only wanted to make her proud of me, but instead she grew jealous of the things i wanted to be. She took both my diary and hers and set them ablaze, she told me that
"a dream that can never be achieved is worse than a nightmare, infact it's better you Don't dream at all",

Mom was almost becoming psychotic when the couples who took us in died in a mysterious car accident. Mom already started asking silly and stupid questions like a child, i was apparently the one making up for the both of us. She was growing gaunt everyday and when the landlord came to ask us to leave the premises, she got losed at them, she came out and tried fighting the landlord and his people, she called them names, abused the hell out of them. That was the moment Abigail's Mom stepped in, sort out the issues and decided to be of help to her if she would let her . Mom had no choice, she was crying the day after she learned of everything she'd done with the landlord. Abigail's Mom made calls immediately and before i knew it they'd took Mom away, first to a psychiatric hospital to be taken care of, thereafter she came back Abigail's Mom added her name to the lists of the names of girls who were to be trafficked out of the country. That was how i landed in the house of the Bobby's.

I keep hoping that every day as i go out either to the market to get the Bobby's grocery or the newspapers or whatever someone who would recognize me just by my look could help me to get the information of my whereabouts to my grandparents , i wondered how worked up they must have been with worry. So when Abigail came to me with the suggestions of escaping from the Bobby's world, the first people who came to my mind were My grandparents, though i barely knew much about them however i desire to see them very much.

Same night (Tuesday August 20th)
I was lying down on my bed that night, still in thoughts about this idea of Abigail, i really hope she knew what she was saying . I can't wait to see the world after the Bobby's, i wanted to go out there to look for my grandparents, i wanted to go become the girl i always see in the mirror dressed up in lawyers gown and a wig, fighting Injustice.

That night I couldn't just sleep because i keep thinking about the possibility of my escape, i kept rolling from one edge of my tiny bed to the other. Then i fell asleep and i had that dream again, a car chasing me around the world.

But what could this actually mean?
was this not already a premonition of my escape ?

I began to ask myself so many questions

I'm i really ready for this quest I'm about venturing in?

If the Bobby's eventually learned of my escape could they actually come after me with all it would cost them?

But i am just a single girl, Madam bobby have several other girls who could satisfy her customers , why me?.

What do you think I should do

Should I trust Abigail and follow her idea
Or i should think about this recurring dream and forget about everything thoughts of escaping ?

Do you think I can actually become anything good while with the Bobby's?.

See you on the other side of my Diary

Diary of a Tomboy called me

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Diary of a Tomboy called me . 4

So today(Tuesday August 20th)

About a week after the last incidence of Abigail's parents beating me, Abigail was grounded not to leave or do anything outside the House after all it was Holiday period, yes, August long holidays with rain falling everyday long without stop.

I looked out for everybody in making sure there were enough dried and well pressed clothes for them, they have small washing machine but it developed some faults so they'd abbandoned it since , meaning i will have to wash everyone's clothes with my bare hands, the same hands that Bobby almost pieces for me.

Then i caught fever and serious sored throat with thick phlegmy cartarhh, yet Abigail's Mom won't let me be, she keeps sending for me to go run one errand or the other for her, but then she managed to take over the cooking from.

I was feeling woozy all over so i just layed on my bed inside my room, i was wearing cardigan sweater with hand gloves and socks and still covered with my bed sheets. Then Abigail came to my room.

I wasn't asleep but the moment I felt someone come inside i just feigned up sleep.

She came and sat close to me on my bed and started begging me to forgive her ,for not speaking on my behalf even when she could have . She told me how sorry she really was, she was speaking endlessly then i finally turned towards her and said

"come on it's okay, I'm fine now",
i said but she held my hand

"no Jane, you aren't fine and i am the cause of it, i want to do the right thing",
she confessed sounding really apologetic but i wasn't really moved by any of that, but i just wanted her to leave me alone, till she said.

"and I want to help you please, let me help you please, my Mom is planning to finally take you to the club",

What!

On the hearing of that from her, i sat up right immediately and asked her hurriedly

"Abigail what did you just said ",

" i overheard Mom on the phone she is going to take you away very soon",
she said snivelling
That moment my heart broke.

What am I supposed to do now

Couldn't believe this was really happening now, Although I knew Abigail's Mom as someone who Never joke when it comes to her business, but that moment out of my anxiety i cried that i wasn't ready for any of it now, but of course that could be the cost of my freedom. I really hoped so

"Jane talk to me, let me help you",
Abigail shook me back to the present, i had been lost in my thoughts for a moment and she'd been talking meanwhile I wasn't even paying attention.

"you said what?"
i asked

"i said let me help you, i know you aren't ready to join her girls",

"help me in what way Abigail, you know your Mom, she doesn't play when it comes to her business ",
i said

"but i can help you escape before she gets to know it",
Abigail suggested

"come on Abigail , escaping is out of the options here"

"but you Don't want to become one of those girls at this age?",
Abigail asked.

"of course not but what can i do?",
i said hopelessly

"you can escape and change that now",
Abigail said almost like a plea, i was beginning to take Abigail serious here, her eyes were becoming watery, Abigail held my hand and looked into my eyes and asked me to let her help me escape, she was beginning to sound very different from the Abigail who i used to know. She was sounding way mature than I'd always thought of her.

"but how can you do that?",
i asked.

"Just tell me you want to change the reality becoming",

I kept quiet and thought about it for a while, I still have some doubts about this whole issue of escape, I'd never thought of the possibility of actually escaping from The Bobby's family, I'd never thought about changing things, i only hoped to settle Abigail's Mom after I'd probably hustle enough for her to eventually set me free, but now I'm beginning to see things from a new angle, that was the moment i knew that Abigail was certainly a friend, but i still Don't trust her yet. She could be unpredictable.
However I asked her what her plans was about.

"See eh Jane, there's this guy that I've been seeing for sometimes now, I told him about you and he decided to help you escape",

"what Abigail, you tell some boy you barely know about me?",
i scowled in disbelief

"no Jane, he's not just some boy, he knows alot about your situation, he works for the police",

"God!, Abigail, you're so unbelievable right now, you mean all this would have to involve the police?",
i asked

"no we won't have to involve the police, he just decided to be of help to you since i told him about my mother's plans concerning you",

I kept quiet, said nothing but watch Abigail for some time, i still Don't know what to say to her right now, Abigail was beginning to sound very much like i used to know her to before. The naive foolish teenage girl who loves painting her face and wearing her mother's wig, the girl who wears skimpy dresses and hot shorts, the same girls who wanted to be like her money crazed mother. I shook my head and said

"No Abigail,i Don't think I would want to take this route with you",

"Jane, what are you saying, do you really think i cooked all of these up to scare you, do you think I really Don't care about you, do you think i want to continue seeing my parents give you the inhuman treatments they'd been giving you ",
Abigail stood up disappointedly, she cleaned the tear drops still perching on the side of her eyes and left, but before she used the door, she turned back and said.

"I really hope you make up your mind on time to grab this opportunity to be free otherwise it might be too late ",

After she'd left, i was left all in my thoughts, i thought about my life here in the family's house, it's already bad then i thought about the one that awaits me in the club, it's even worser. I stood up, walked up to the mirror that hung on the wall, i looked at myself, the thought of changing this look to suit a lifestyle that's so full of stress bothers me, i love this boyish look on me, my low cut hair and artificialess lifestyle unlike Abigail's or every other girl out there. I am who i see in the mirror and I wasn't ready to change any it for anything, i would do anything it take to remain who i am.

I am the tomboy called me.

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Diary of a Tomboy called me.3
( Monday August 14)

Being a tomboy like i said earlier in the introduction of this piece, had so many benefits like not having boys gawking at you everywhere you go or boys hissing at you or them sneaking up to you and asking all those funny and stupid jamb questions
"what's your name"
"can i walk you down?",
"can we be friends",
"my name is so so and so , what's yours?",
"you look familiar?",
"do you usually take this road?",
" blah blah blah and blah"

Tomboys hardly experience any of those, but today Sunday afternoon, Abigail volunteer to follow me to go buy some things at the junction. Something she wouldn't dare do if either of her parents happened to be at home.

I ask her to not bother but she insist, that she was bored at home and want to go out too. Her parents Don't allow her go out because they knew the manner of girl they have for a child, Abigail was not only stubborn she was a serious bone in the throats of her parents. So When she said she wants to follow me to the junction, i knew what the outcome of this could be so i ask her to go ahead and I'll come join her so that Mr C.A the security man at the gate would not see us go out together. Mr CA the security man at the gate was the second eye of Abigail's parents, their CCTV camera mounted there to watch us. I'd really hoped Mr C.A would send her back as instructed by her parents, so I waited to see her come back disappointedly but i waited and waited she didn't came back so i went out to check if she was possibly around the compound, but she was no where to be found. I went ahead to ask Mr C.A only for the man to tell me that Abigail had gone for her extra mural lessons.

What!
like seriously
extra mural lessons?
How can Mr C.A believe any of that, the same Abigail who doesn't even want to hear anything About school at her age go to extra classes all by herself. I just chuckled and told him that i was going to the junction to get Abigail's Dad the Day's news. Abigail's Dad was a old fashioned guru, a former soldier in the Nigeria army rusticated for bad and unacceptable conducts.
How can anyone believe it that expensive madam like Abigail's Mom could settle down with A loser plus old-fashioned guru like Abigail's Dad who doesn't even know how to operate common Android phone in this twenty first century still go out to sort out for the day's newspaper like a old man.

I left Mr C.A there battling with his old Radio, another old fashioned guru, to go look for Abigail.

Unsurprisingly cus I'd expected it i met her somewhere around, hooked up with some area boy, with ratty hair , wearing rugged jeans and t-shirt.
I approach them but then i saw some other guys there too so i just call her name enough for her to hear me before deciding to go back and wait for them to be done , but then i didn't know what Abigail must have said to the other guys, probably they must have asked about the weird looking guy dressed up in baggy jeans and hoody cardigan sweater.
I didn't bother to answer them.

When Abigail finally joined me after spending about twenty minutes with them, she came running after me excitedly like a little girl with sugar placed on her tongue

"Hey Jane, wait for me",
she called out to me, i wouldn't really wait for her, i keep walking While she catch up with me , held me in the shoulder exhausted from running such a very short distance, hmm ajebo blooded.

"so what do you think you're doing?"
i asked her

"i Don't understand why are you asking?",
she rolled her eyes just like her mother
I didn't ask her about any of it again but I wanted to know.

"what did you tell those boys that makes them call me?",

"and what's wrong with boys calling you, aren't you a girl?",
she said

"no na Abigail, i know you must have told them something?",

"i told them that you were my sister ",

"what!"
i asked horrified by this

"why, aren't you supposed to be happy sef, look at you forming "
Abigail teased

"Not like that Abigail, not like that, now that you've told them that I'm your sister, they wouldn't stop calling me again ",

Abigail look at me surprised and made a face, touched my head with her hand said.

"This girl are you okay, boys are calling you , you Don't want them to call you, are you something else?"

"no Abigail I'm nothing else, i just Don't want them to be calling me",
i said conclusively as I marched off to get her father's newspaper.

Abigail came running after me, i was already tired of her following me, i Don't want any of her troubles or her parents finding out that she'd actually followed me out.

Then we got back to the House and met the worse I'd always tried avoiding.

Abigail's parents were already back, they sat in the veranda waiting for us to come and the moment Abigail saw her parents her expression immediately metamorphosed from the face of the Happy girl earlier into this angry girl who's ready for her parents wahala.

"where are you coming from with Abigail?",
Abigail's Mom who was already furious with serious anger first asked.

"ma'am, eh,...,", i skipped and thought about the best way to place this, i looked at Abigail hoping to hear anything from her probably to bail me out of this trouble she'd certainly put me but Abigail like the witch that she was wouldn't even say anything rather she fold her arms around her breast.

"So Now come here and tell me where you took our child to, you child of the devil?",
Abigail's Mom questioned hardly but I couldn't find the best way to put than just saying what it is.

"She volunteered to follow me to go get Bobby's newspaper ",
Bobby is Abigail's dad's guy name and every one including even me call him that including his own daughter Abigail.
Bobby winked at me as he heard me mentioned his name.

"so you no longer know how to run your errands by yourself again but you now also involve our child in it abi?',
Abigail's Mom said

"no Madam, she volun.....",
i wanted to say but she cut me off and retorted at me.

"shut up your dirty mouth you child of the devil and the next time you call me madam again thunder will strike that mouth of yours",

That night they gave me over hundred strokes of the cane all on my palms, No Abigail's Mom won't allow Bobby Abigail's Dad flog me on any parts of my body other than my palm because she believes that i was her investment, and i needed to have a good looking body which would draw all the men to me by the time she finally take me to her Bar/club to hustle for her. She wanted my skin to remain virgin and without any form of blemish, she says that by the time i arrived with my glowing skin at her bar/club, all the men would queue up willing to pay any amount of money she places on me. But that night she made sure Bobby break the bones on my fingers, she made sure my two palms get pepper red.

I slept on empty stomach that night, soaked all my pillow with tears not for the pain of my sufferings in the house of this heartless family but for the pains of not having a mother or father who wanted to have anything to do with me.

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Diary of a Tomboy called me

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