Iya Suru (The Dark Queen)

Iya Suru (The Dark Queen)

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A Young girl was raped and gruesomely murdered by a group of young tourists who paid a visit to a remote village deep in the heart of the Western part of Nigeria. Mother Patience (Iya Suru) as she was popularly known by the villagers died right before the eyes of the Deity of Death (Iku) and was buried in a shallow grave by the tourists. Right after their visit, they died one after another with their blood dried up leaving their skin pale and routine. For generations, their lineages suffered the same fate of dying younger than they should. Iya Suru would take her pound of flesh on the offsprings and anyone who had close ties with them. Their young ones would suffer and die for a crime they never committed, this went on from generation to generation. The curse of Ikù (the god of death) would hunt them through the spirit of the young girl they murdered. These unusual happenings caused their young ones to seek for answers, and a curse was revealed, a curse laid on their ancestors, through their fathers to them. They have to look for a way out of this menace before they all get wiped off. But how do you escape the wild fury of Iya Suru, with time running against you? * * Look out for this exciting one by Diego Tega Genre: horror
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ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ? "Kenneth." He kept pacing. "...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..." He just paused. "That what?" "That I liked you." ❊❊❊❊❊ In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear. In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters. What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be? I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me. Or maybe he never left me at all. "𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠." 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27 #1 letterwriting #1 Christianfiction #2 wattpadn

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