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    The morning light seeped in as a boy stretched and let out a low moan. He got out of bed and said a little prayer, went to the kitchen where he’d thought his mother would be, only to find it empty, with the plates from last night still unwashed. “Mom?”
    He heard someone cough and he turned to see his mom smiling at him. “You didn’t think something bad had happened to me, did you?”
    He heaved a sigh of relief, and said, “I was thinking you’d be here since dad’s not feeling well.”
    The middle-aged woman smiled, patting his head. “He has eaten. I woke up early and prepared porridge for him. It’s in the pot.” she added.
    The boy licked his lips and made for the stove, as his mum called him back, and asked, “Have you brushed?”
    He laughed and shook his head, hurrying out the door.
    Amadi was his name—a spoiled brat and an over pampered child—a bully, and the street’s most feared.

    ✍POSSESSED✍
    ANTICIPATE!!

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    If I get more views… the story will come ?

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    Can’t believe I ignored this story last year I wrote it ? Dang.

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    The morning light seeped through as a boy stretched and out came a low moan. He got out of bed and said a little prayer, went to the kitchen where he’d thought his mother would be, only to find it empty, with the plates from last night still unwashed. “Mom?”
    He heard someone cough and he turned to see his mom smiling at him. “You didn’t think something bad had happened to me, did you?”
    He heaved a sigh of relief, and said, “I was thinking you’d be here since dad’s not feeling well.”
    The middle-aged woman smiled, patting his head. “He has eaten. I woke up early and prepared porridge for him. It’s in the pot.” She added.
    The boy licked his lips and made for the stove, as his mum called him back, and asked, “Have you brushed?”
    He laughed and shook his head, hurrying out the door.
    Amadi was his name—a spoiled brat and an over pampered child—a bully, and the street’s most feared. He was a stubborn bratty kid—the type who derived joy in beating other kids and seeing them taken to the hospital. His mother would always defend him, stating her son was going through a phase and would outgrow it. 
      It was one complaint or the other, everyday–people tagged him to be ‘possessed’.
      Countless mischiefs in their neighbourhood was trailed to The Okafors’ home. Everyone knew their son to be a wild, wild untrained kid.
      One time he had attempted raping a girl in their neighbourhood, if not for her screams that brought men to the scene.
      Many times Amadi was threatened by the parents who trooped in to complain about his behaviour. Not one of them wanted their kids socializing with him.
      Each day Amadi would go to the uncompleted building in their street, known to be the home of those who went bad. He’d skip school and stay there all day ‘til he was filled. Amadi’s behaviour was getting out of hand, and several children, because of him, were sent to the hospital, with the displeasing wounds he had left.
      No one knew why a boy, old enough to tell what’s right or wrong, behaved in a way that would make anyone who came by hate him.
      One day Amadi’s father suggested that their son be taken to a priest’s house—if it were to be a foul spirit driving him, and having him do abnormal things—it be casted out. Amadi’s mother would shrug and insist that her son was fine. “Papa Amadi. Papa Amadi, please don’t worry yourself. Don’t worry yourself. Our son is perfectly fine. He’s fine! You know how kids these days are. They like doing silly things.”
      Amadi was pleased to see his mom was on his side.
      All the things he did, he did them not by his hands. There was indeed a spirit leading him—and as it did, he did a whole lot more—

    ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ✍POSSESSED✍ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ

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    ▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ Chapter One █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁

    『P』『O』『S』『S』『E』『S』『S』『E』『D』
    ❣ Jessica ✍️ Duru ❣
    CHAPTER ✍️ ONE [UNEDITED]
    (Never wanted to make this a novel but… ?)

    “Mama Amadi, where is that useless son of yours?” Mama Ekene rushed in with her son, showing the boy’s bruised face to the culprit’s mother. “Just look at what he did to my son. My baby—”
    “You’re very stupid to have stepped your foot in here.” Mama Amadi came out. “Just who the hell do you think you are coming into my home, accusing my son?”
    “Oh shut up, you stupid woman.” Mama Ekene hushed. “Like mother, like son,” she hissed and looked at her son. “Ekene,”
    Ekene answered, “Ma.”
    “I give you the right to beat the hell out of this woman.”
    Ekene gasped with eyes widened. “Ma?”
    “I said beat the hell out of this woman or I’ll call your brother—”
    Mama Amadi readied herself, spreading her legs to adjust her wrapper.
    “He’ll do no such thing!” Mr Okafor came out and walked towards them, as Mama Ekene eyed him, going back to ordering her son. “Ekene—”
    Mama Amadi cut her short. “Ekene,” she called the woman’s child. “Don’t listen to your mother. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
    Ekene’s mother roared madly and beat her chest. “Mua? Mua Ngozika,”
    Me, Ngozika—
    She looked at her son again. “Ekene, beat this stupid woman up. I don’t know what you’re waiting for,”
    Ekene replied shakily, “I can’t, M-Mom. I can’t do that.”
    “You see,” Mama Amadi motioned to the boy. “You see!” she stood firm where she was. “Even your son is far more better than you.”
    Mama Ekene looked at her with very angry eyes. “Shut up, you ingrate mother of a bastard child!”
    Mama Amadi not being able to hold herself anymore, rushed towards her and gripped her. “I’ll teach you a lesson for calling me that.” Both women fell, and mama Amadi’s husband made to intervene, yelling at the top of his voice—
    A blow caught his face, and he, too, fell, yelling in his dialect, “Eei! O gbwo lammeee. O gbwo lammeee.”
    Oh! They have killed me—
    They have killed me!!!

    Papa Amadi couldn’t stop shouting, as the women continued.
    Ekene rushed out, wasting no time alerting neighbours. They rushed to the scene, only to find the women rolling—and with injuries all over; with one of Mama Ekene’s ears lying on the floor.

    °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· After the incident ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° ✍️✍️

    “You disgraced me today. For what reason?!”
    Mama Amadi made to talk as her husband shut her up. “Have you no shame?”
    Amadi came bouncing in as his father rolled angry eyes at him. “And where are you coming from?”
    Amadi looked at him and hissed, greeted his mother, and asked if there was food in the house.
    “Yes, my son. It’s in the kitchen.”
    Papa Amadi hollered; “Come back here! Have you lost it?”
    Amadi ignored him and left for his room, while his dad watched, completely speechless.
    He wondered what kind of a son his wife had birthed, blaming her for over pampering and making him behave in such way. “You had better know what you did to that son of yours.”
    Mama Amadi clapped her hands. “So he’s my son… not ours anymore?”
    Papa Amadi gave no reply, but retired to his room, not needing anyone to disturb.

    TO BE CONT’D ✍️❣

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    ➶➶➶➶➶ Chapter Two ➷➷➷➷➷

    ıƙɛɱɛ ąɱąɖı’ʂ ʄąɬɧɛཞ ɖơʑɛɖ ơʄʄ ąŋɖ ცɛɠąŋ ɖཞɛąɱıŋɠ. ɧɛ ʂąῳ ɧıʂ ʂơŋ ცɛıŋɠ ƈɧąʂɛɖ ცყ ąŋ ąŋɠཞყ ɱơც; ɧɛ ƈơųƖɖ ʂɛɛ ɬɧąɬ ɧɛ ɧąɖ ɖơŋɛ ʂơɱɛɬɧıŋɠ ῳཞơŋɠ ʄơཞ ɬɧɛɱ ɬơ ῳąŋɬ ɬơ ɠɛɬ ɧıɱ.
    ʂơơŋ ɬɧɛყ ƈąųɠɧɬ ų℘ ῳıɬɧ ɧıɱ, ąʂ ɬɧɛყ ℘Ɩąƈɛɖ ą ɬყཞɛ ơ۷ɛཞ ɧıʂ ɧɛąɖ, Ɩıɠɧɬıŋɠ ɧıɱ—ąʂ ɧıʂ ƈཞıɛʂ ʄıƖƖɛɖ ɬɧɛ ąıཞ.

    “ąɱąɖı!”

    ŋῳąƙąɛɠơ, ąɱąɖı’ʂ ɱơɬɧɛཞ, ཞųʂɧɛɖ ıŋ ơŋ ɧɛąཞıŋɠ ɧɛཞ ɧųʂცąŋɖ ʂƈཞɛąɱ. “ŋŋą ɱ, ơɠıŋı?”
    ıƙɛɱɛ ῳąʂ ʂῳɛąɬıŋɠ ℘ཞơʄųʂɛƖყ, ℘ąŋɬıŋɠ Ɩıƙɛ ơŋɛ ῳɧơ ῳąʂ ąცơųɬ ɬơ ɖıɛ.

    “ƙɛɖų ıʄơ ŋų?”

    ῳɧąɬ ıʂ ıɬ?

    “ɠıŋı ɱɛɛ?”

    ῳɧąɬ ɧą℘℘ɛŋɛɖ?

    ɧıʂ ῳıʄɛ ąʂƙɛɖ ąɬ ơŋƈɛ, ąʂ ŋơ ῳơཞɖʂ ƈąɱɛ ơųɬ of ɧıʂ ɱơųɬɧ.

    ℘ą℘ą ąɱąɖı ῳąʂ ცཞɛąɬɧıŋɠ ɧɛą۷ıƖყ, ąŋɖ ɱąɱą ąɱąɖı ῳąʂ ʄơཞƈɛɖ ɬơ ąʂƙ ąɠąıŋ,
    “ῳɧąɬ ıʂ ıɬ?” ʂɧɛ ῳąʂ ʂƈąཞɛɖ, ʂɛɛıŋɠ ɧɛཞ ɧųʂცąŋɖ aƖཞɛąɖყ ℘ąƖɛ. “ɖıɖ ყơų ɧą۷ɛ ą ɬɛཞཞıცƖɛ ɖཞɛąɱ?”

    ɧɛ ཞɛզųɛʂɬɛɖ ʄơཞ ῳąɬɛཞ ɬơ ცɛ ცཞơųɠɧɬ, ąʂ ŋῳąƙąɛɠơ ཞųʂɧɛɖ ąŋɖ ცཞơųɠɧɬ ą ცơɬɬƖɛ ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄཞıɖɠɛ. “ŋơῳ, ƈąŋ ყơų ɬɛƖƖ ɱɛ?”

    ıƙɛɱɛ ཞąıʂɛɖ ɬɧɛ ცơɬɬƖɛ ąŋɖ Ɩɛɬ ɬɧɛ ῳąɬɛཞ ℘ơųཞ ıŋɬơ ɧıʂ ɱơųɬɧ. “ɱყ ῳıʄɛ,” ɧɛ ცɛƖƈɧɛɖ, ʄɛɛƖıŋɠ ąƖɱơʂɬ ცɛɬɬɛཞ. “ყơų ῳơųƖɖ ŋơɬ ცɛƖıɛ۷ɛ ῳɧąɬ ı ʂąῳ,”

    ŋῳąƙąɛɠơ ąʂƙɛɖ ῳıɬɧ ƙɛɛŋ ıŋɬɛཞɛʂɬ, “ῳɧąɬ ɖıɖ ყơų ʂɛɛ?” ʂɧɛ ɱąɖɛ ɬơ ʂıɬ, ąʂ ɧɛཞ ɧųʂცąŋɖ ʂɬཞąıɠɧɬɛŋɛɖ ɧıɱʂɛƖʄ ąŋɖ ცɛɠąŋ ŋąཞཞąɬıŋɠ ɧıʂ ɖཞɛąɱ.

    “ῳơŋɖɛཞʂ!” ʂɧɛ ɛҳƈƖąıɱɛɖ ąʄɬɛཞ ɧɛąཞıŋɠ ɛ۷ɛཞყɬɧıŋɠ. “ʂơ, ɬɧıʂ ıʂ ῳɧąɬ ɧą℘℘ɛŋɛɖ ῳɧıƖɛ ყơų ῳɛཞɛ ąʂƖɛɛ℘?”

    ıƙɛɱɛ ƈơųƖɖ ʂɛŋʂɛ ɬɧɛ ɱơƈƙɛཞყ ıŋ ɧɛཞ ۷ơıƈɛ. “ąཞɛ ყơų ɬཞყıŋɠ ɬơ ɱơƈƙ ɱɛ?” ɧɛ Ɩɛɬ ơųɬ ῳɧąɬ ɧıʂ ɱıŋɖ ɬɧơųɠɧɬ; “ɱąɱą ąɖı, ῳɛ ཞɛąƖƖყ ɧą۷ɛ ɬơ ɬąƙɛ ɬɧıʂ ɖཞɛąɱ ʂɛཞıơųʂƖყ. ơųཞ ʂơŋ ıʂ ıŋ ɠཞą۷ɛ ɖąŋɠɛཞ.”

    ŋῳąƙąɛɠơ ƈƖą℘℘ɛɖ ąŋɖ ɠơɬ ų℘ ʄཞơɱ ცɛʂıɖɛ ɧıɱ. “ყơų ąŋɖ ყơųཞ ʂų℘ɛཞʂɬıɬıơųʂ ცɛƖıɛ۷ɛ ῳıƖƖ ŋơɬ ƙıƖƖ ɱɛ ơŋɛ ɖąყ.” ʂɧɛ ąɖʝųʂɬɛɖ ɧɛཞ ῳཞą℘℘ɛཞ. ɬɧɛ ℘ơơཞ ƈƖıŋɠყ ɬɧıŋɠ ῳąʂ ąƖཞɛąɖყ Ɩơơƙıŋɠ ơƖɖ ąŋɖ ɬơơ ῳơཞŋ ơųɬ, ąʄɬɛཞ ʂơ ɱąŋყ ყɛąཞʂ ơʄ ცɛıŋɠ ųʂɛɖ. ɱąɱą ąɱąɖı ɱąɖɛ ɬơ Ɩɛą۷ɛ, ąʂ ʂɧɛ ɬųཞŋɛɖ ɬơ ɧɛཞ ɧųʂცąŋɖ ąŋɖ ɬơƖɖ ɧıɱ ɬơ ʄơཞɠɛɬ ąცơųɬ ῳɧąɬ ɧɛ ʂąῳ, ɠơıŋɠ ơŋ ɬơ ɬɛƖƖ ɧıɱ ɬɧąɬ ıɬ ῳąʂ ɧıʂ ɱıŋɖ ƈơŋʝųཞıŋɠ ɬɧıŋɠʂ. “ყơų ცɛɬɬɛཞ ɖơŋ’ɬ ɬąƙɛ ɬɧąɬ ɖཞɛąɱ ʂɛཞıơųʂ,” ʂɧɛ Ɩąųɠɧɛɖ ąŋɖ ῳąƖƙɛɖ ơųɬ ʂɬყƖıʂɧƖყ.

    ɬơ ცɛ ƈơŋɬ’ɖ

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    Ahh first man seated… Am here oo

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    @ladyg new Tori don land…. Come sit down near me

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