A Gift From My Father
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Complete, First published Apr 08, 2018
This is a memoir essay I wrote about my experience with my Father. I wrote it for my Creative Nonfiction class, and it was hard writing it, but in writing it i realized somethings about myself and my father, hopefully you will too




-MelaninBisou
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"Abort it." "Excuse me ?" "Abort that thing inside of you!" He shouts in my face. I put my hands on his chest trying to put some space between us, The man didn't even budge. "I'm not aborting my baby!" I feel strong hands wrap around my throat and the next thing I know I'm being lifted off the floor, fighting for air. "Listen here you bitch you will abort that child and if you don't I'll personally kill you both myself. I'm a man of my word so do not test me." He spat dead calm. Elora finds herself in a sticky position when her brother was in a terrible car accident, leading to an expensive medical bill that neither of them could afford. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her brother as her sole guardian, the two had been incredibly close over the years and she had to find a way to help him in his current position. She had no choice but to sleep with a man she knew nothing about for money just to cover the hospital bill, but later found out she was pregnant. The worst-case scenario is, the father wants nothing to do with her and the unborn child. After three years of guilt, pain, and regret, the two cross paths once more, and Elora struggles to make the right decisions as he was determined to be in their little girl's life. It's gonna be a bumpy ride!! #1-rejection 18.01.2025 #1-conflict 18.01.2025 •Published: Oct 5, 2021
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.
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Writing, for me, has always been a sanctuary-a place of refuge, a confidante, a diary where I pour out my heart's secrets. Some of these tales are pieces of my own heart, whispers of my own truths. There's a vulnerability in sharing them, but also a profound liberation. Others are dreams spun from the fabric of my imagination, romanticized echoes of the life I yearn to live, the love stories I long to experience, the adventures I crave and the world I'd like to paint in vibrant colors. With each word I've written in this book, I've poured a part of myself and the people around me. I hope that in these pages, you have found a reflection of your own heart, a spark of recognition and a whisper of shared experience. Thank you for joining me on this journey. ♡︎♡︎♡︎