SURVIVORS
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I always thought slavery was something that you only read about in books, shaking your head and imagining what the victims went through. Not until I became one.
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Guilted: Wars Against The Past (Editing)
The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]Kumpleto
MY YEARS WITHOUT YOU
"What's happening?, why are they taking you away? Say something already!! Please say something" I broke down in hot tears as I dragged him trying to set him free from their grip. "I'm sorry babe" he mouthed as tears dropped from his eyes. I watched them take him away and he didn't look back, not even at me. Was that it, just a sorry? No explanation?. I lay there in my confused state and let the tears loose. At that moment, I felt my world fall and shatter. ********* Amara had waited almost all her life to find happiness, one in form of love. Desperate as ever, she tried all possible ways to gain attention from males but each time, they seemed to be drifting farther. Just when she had given up, Nathan Amah comes into the picture. Handsome as ever and bearing all features she's dreamt of in a man. Giving more attention and love than she had ever hoped to get. Amara as she is often called,wouldn't hesitate to jump on an opportunity of love set in front of her. But as they say,good things don't last long. How long would her love ride last before things begin to turn sour? Find out in this heart felt story which is promising to be exciting!!!! **** This book is a work of fiction. All names and characters used are from the writer's imagination. Any resemblance to another is a mere act of coincidence. Thank you. The cover picture is from Pinterest.com Yours sincerely, Eviee Genny.Kumpleto
Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)
A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 20/10/2017 Highest Rank #1 in Non Fiction 14/12/17 #1 In Nigerian Stories Selected as NonFiction September Spotlight 09/09/2018 to 09/10/2018 Based on a true life story. Have you ever struggled to survive? Faced with constant sexual abuse? Beaten and left for dead? How did you survive? It's central theme is abuse. This true story showcases the various horrible experiences most housemaids are forced to undergo in the hands of their guardians in Nigeria and in other parts of the world. It is a heart wrenching story which must definitely bring tears to your eyes. And if you were once a housemaid, this story might make you relive past experiences you once had. It also tries to show how most parents become involuntary accomplices to their child's plight. It is based on true events, however names and characters, location and scenes have been changed for personal and security reasons. All rights reserved. Please do not share or use any part of this story without express permission from the author. Say no to plagiarism!Kumpleto
Boys over Books✔️
~✨A Wattpad featured story✨~ "My momma always told me that boys and books don't mix. I believed her but I still wanted both. I wanted boys and I wanted to keep my books." • Find out if she gets both in this thrilling story. Let's follow every step of the life of a Nigerian girl who wants it all... **NOT EDITED**Kumpleto
Life under 40 years of age ✔️
From the time I was born there is a reason why I was put on the earth and there is always the reason why there's something going on in my life whether it be traumatic or good. From my time in Romania as a baby to the time I was actually in Catholic school to the time I am right now under the age of 40. This is my remarkable story three parts put in the one. From my singing to my tattoos to everything else in between to my love of knowledge this is the whole definitive story of my life thus far Cover art done buy a penpal Word count: 110838 words! *noticed on Instagram* **availableon amazon as ebook and paperback, hc** ***please rate kindly on goodreads***Kumpleto
̷T̷O̷R̷N̷ (𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵) ✔
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅; all you need to do is to not give up. Some might say if you run out of patience, try long suffering. Aren't they fruit of the spirit? This story tells about a girl named Uyai who was force to marry at a young age as a collateral for her father's gambling debt. Before her unfortunate marriage, her family treated her as an outcast, a stain to the family and a black sheep. Blaming her to be the cause of her mother's death, Who died while giving birth to her. And now, in her unfortunate marriage, almost giving up in her faith, her husband becomes her personal demon in a place she must forcefully call home. What else can she do? But amidst the torn pages of her heart, she chooses to love Refusing bad advice and sticking to God hoping to have the last laugh. This is solely an African /a Nigerian-Themed Drama brought to Wattpad to reach out to people who must be facing one challenge or the other in their relationships. Some languages like ibibio, yoruba used mostly to make expressions while Nigerian-pidgin English are excessively used. You'd be amazed what lies within this book. HAPPY READING. _________________________________________ 3rd place in the HOT CHOCOLATE AWARD (H. C. A) 2020 - - - - - - 29/12/2020 _________________________________________ ______________________________________________ STORY RANKING 〰♣♣〰♣♣〰♣♣〰 #1 - Hymn (23/10/20) #2 - Scripture (29/11/20) #9 - Resentment (24/11/20) ______________________________________________ 〰♣♣〰♣♣〰♣♣〰 ⏳ Started ~~~~~~~~ 20/10/2020 ⌛ Finished ~~~~~~~~ 22/11/2020Kumpleto
The other woman's DAUGHTER
Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.Kumpleto
Message Not delivered...
CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"Kumpleto
Stolen Youth
I want to tell you all the story of my life. I went through a great deal of trauma from being bullied to being abused, neglected, and so on. I also hope my story will help others come out and speak about their experiences with being bullied, abused, etc. Please read with caution, as this story contains triggers such as self-harm, abuse, depression, bullying, etc. Please be respectful about my and others' stories who have also experienced the same things.
pagan girl coming through
From 32 years old to onward this is my life as is now as a pagan and as a spiritual person and an all out weirdo. My struggles with ptsd. Thr joys love life and nature and other no bullshit life as well as acouole memories. This one is supposed to be a little bit more better because I'm a little bit more stable now in this part of my life than I was for the first 32 years of my life which was in the bark keep calm I'm pagan.who knows what is going to happen. Keep calm iam pagan!!!!!Kumpleto
The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]
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