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Episode 1
Cold, so Cold. I hate the cold. No! I despise
it.
Been living on the streets for 8 years now,
and all I’ve ever known is cold. I find it
difficult to get a good job, and because I
don’t have a good job or any job at all, I
literally don’t eat at all. Sometimes I don’t
eat for 3 days straight it’s that bad. And now
it’s evening, its dark, its cold, and I’m hungry.
My name is Fola, and I’m sure you’re
wondering how I ended up like this, well it’s a
very wonderful story (eye roll) just relax and
listen.
My mum was what people call a prostitute.
Her mum was also a prostitute, well she came
from a line of women that were prostitutes,
but I refused to become one. My dad? I have
no idea who he is, seeing as she slept with a
thousand men. She tried to convince me
about how good her prostitution job was,
that it’s really easy to do “her words” not
mine, but I said no.. I really don’t know why I
said no, but I thank God that I did.
On my 13th birthday she got me a gift. This
gift was in form of a man, an old man; he
was like in his 50’s… I was totally confused, I
had no idea why a 50 year old man would be
my birthday gift she said I am now a woman,
so I should start paying for the house bills, in
any way that I can. she said she has given me
my first job which is her gift to me, I didn’t
understand ,I mean I was just thirteen, how
was I a woman?. I couldn’t do it, I said no.
so she threw me out. I have been living on
the Streets ever since. Honestly my mum
didn’t like the fact that I came into this world,
she felt like I was bad luck, and of no use to
her. But I kept it together, because deep down
i knew that it will all be better. I would find a
good house for myself and leave my mum to
her precious job.
Which brings us to NOW? You see I’m cold,
I’m hungry, and I’m standing in front of the
owner of a restaurant here in Lagos begging
for food. And the owner is just giving me this
wicked ugly smile because I refused to sleep
with him can’t sleep with him, I won’t, and
because of this i won’t be eating today.. But
Lord knows I’m starving. i don’t know what
to do.
“Listen to me, emm…, what’s your name?”
said the ugly restaurant guy’’.
“Fola, sir” i replied.
“Ok. Fola ,good. Now listen. If you don’t do
what I ask you to do, you will not eat from
my restaurant. See I am trying to help you,
but you also have to help me too” said the
restaurant guy.
I held my cardigan tighter around my body to
keep the cold away.
“Sir I really can’t do it. Please just give me a
slice of bread I will really be grateful sir
please”. i said pleadingly
He looked at me with disgust.” mshww
rubbish smelling girl you want me to give you
something and you won’t give me anything in
return? lai lai… not going to happen. See if
you won’t give me what i want leave my
restaurant before I slap that dirty face of
yours….ugly thing. , get out from here! Now!”.
he picked up a huge stick to chase me away.
And so I had to run.
I was so scared that I didn’t pay attention to
where I was running to until I ran into him…..+3Episode 2
I ran into a hard wall, with the way my head
was spinning it was a very hard wall. I looked
up and up and up and, what the…..oh my..oh
my.. Oh my god!( if anyone could see my face
right now, they would see absolute fear and
terror), I ran into a freaking monster, no no
no, not a monster, a beast! He is at least 6
foot 4. tall, huge, bulky arms and legs,I think
this guy is a wrestler or a killer or both. I
don’t know but what I do know is I have to
keep on running especially away from this
guy. I couldn’t see his face cos it was quite
dark ,oh did I mention I fell right on my
behind because of the freaking wall in front of
me? Yes I did.
Anyway, I tried to get up but I felt this
unbearable pain in my ankle..ouch!. I touched
my ankle and it didn’t feel right..sigh..what
do I do now? I have no home, no one to take
care of me, how will survive with this injury,
God why me?. By the way the wall is still
standing in front of me, staring down at me.
But immediately he heard me in pain, he bent
down to the ground and tried to help.
He started to stretch his hand to my leg and I
immediately flinched away from him, he
noticed it and stopped. Looked at my face,
saw the fear and immediately moved away
from me. Then he spoke, and what a voice,
deep, really deep and husky, ” Please don’t be
scared, let me help you’ ‘said the wall of a
man, I stared at him. he had a really nice
voice, hence the stare. No, Fola stop thinking
about his voice he could be a killer
remember? Run! you need to run!.
I tried getting up again and the pain came
back. shoot! This is bad, this is really bad.
The wall spoke again. ”Please don’t move
you’ll make it worse”.
Well since I couldn’t walk and sitting down
sounded like a great idea, I left my behind
right where it was, on the ground.
“I’m Michael”, he stretched his hand again,
this time to give me a hand shake. I looked
at it, then looked at him, well its just a
handshake whats the worse that could
happen? I placed my hand gently into his, it
was warm, strong and firm. I let him go then
shifted back a little. He stayed where he was,
looking at me, straight in the eye no joke he
looked right through me. I don’t know what I
was feeling anymore but I was no longer
scared. I felt this wall guy could help me,
protect me or something but I didn’t want to
just give my trust to some random guy cos
again he could be a killer. I kept my mouth
shut and looked back at him.
“I don’t know who you are”, he said. “But I
want to help you. Please let me help you”.
“You could be a killer”, I blurted out( oh my
god did I just say that?). he smiled, and it
was a nice smile.
“Yes your right I could be a killer, and it’s
good that your being smart right now. But
you can’t walk cos of the pain in your ankle,
you look hungry, cold, and tired. So please let
me help you”.
He stretched out his hand again, but he did it
slowly trying not to scare me than I already
was.ok I had no other option, this is the only
help I can get. I said a quick prayer in my
heart, telling God in heaven to protect me,
placed my hand in his and allowed him to
help me up. He didn’t help me up; he carried
me like I weighed nothing. A tiny squeak
came out of my mouth and I immediately
wrapped my arms around his shoulders to
keep myself from falling. He looked at me and
smiled, I glared at him, he laughed. I decided
to ignore him cos I really needed his help.
We started to leave the place and I kept
thinking…. What in the world have I done? I
don’t know this guy, I don’t know where he is
taking me to. Maybe I should tell him to put
me down and he could go his merry way to
wherever he was going to. I could just limp
my way to a shed and stay for the night, well
that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, only that I
will freeze to death or die of hunger. By the
way while I was thinking about this we were
still walking and he was looking at me.
“I wonder what you’re thinking about now
Fola? Do you want me to put you down? Or
do you have someone that can help you?”. he
said,
I thought of lying but the truth came right
out.
“No I don’t have anyone or any place to
stay”.
He nodded his head saying, “Then we shall
find you a place, some food, clean you up and
take care of your ankle”.
Oh my that will be awesome, I’ll sleep well
tonight, and I’ll be clean too. This is
amazing. Of course I didn’t say this out loud,
that will just make ‘the wall’ have more pity
on and I hate it( pity I mean). So instead I
smiled and said ”thank you”.
But then he said something that made my
heart sink right into my belly.
”You will be staying in my house tonight”.
I AM IN BIG TROUBLE……+9@hormortiyor @oneal32 @dbramo @denciebabe @victoriouschild @jummybabe @froshberry-2 @mackabsolute @sommyangel
Super cool story sighted.
Where arth tho.0Here.
@lesky, thanks.0
