The evil man and I episode 1
THE EVIL MAN AND I
(A story full of lesson)
By: Perspy Snazzy Tonia
Prologue
Life was quite interesting with no dull moments at least as far as I can recollect. It was as if the wh0le world wanted to prove to a point– that one can still experience love without one’s parents. Clubs, non-governmental org-nization (NGOs), government agencies, corporate bodies, religious org-nizations and individual alike were coming in groups to express their care and love for us on daily basis. They came with material gifts and cash donations. They came with words of encouragement and acts of amusement. And we were all happy.
THE EVIL MAN AND I
(A story full of lesson)
By: Pêrspy Snazzy Tonia ❣️🌈
CHAPTER ONE
Rita POV
I never knew I was an orphan until I was six years old. It was at that very age that it occurred to me that the other young boys and girls whom we had grown up together were not really my siblings (blood relations)
It was then that I began to realize that our Big Aunty as we all referred to her was not really my biological mother. As I grew up, it began to dawn on me that I was not in a normal basic family community. I was in the orphanage. I was later to know that I was picked up by a good samaritan and was subsequently handed in the motherless babies home located somewhere in Nasarawa for care and keeping.
🤔FLASH BACK🤔
My mother was due for labour and had been taken to maternity in keffi where she was safely delivered of a bouncing baby girl. My father was not in town but the news of the birth of his very first child got to him and he dashed back to Nasarawa the next day. He met the baby at the private maternity in keffi. He was so happy that after six years of marriage, he was now a father. His joy knew no bounds. My mother too would have been very grateful to God that at last she had put her enemies to shame, people who had thought and actually told her in the face that she would not be able to have her own baby in her life time. They had insinuated that she must have done several abortions when she was a young spinster and was now being punished by God for her misdeed earlier in life, by not being able to conceive after many years of getting married. But for the genuine love that my father had for his wife, he would have succ-mbed to the stiff pressures from family members and friends to marry another woman who would bear him children. His family members had des**ted him because of his commitment to stick to his wife who had lost her parents to death at a very tender age. She must have been the happiest woman on earth that day as she cuddled the baby on her arms, setting to return home with the happiest husband after being discharged from the maternity that sunny afternoon, a day after the birth of the baby. The happy couple had boarded a cab with the mind set on reaching home to rejoice with well-wishers for the new born baby. But it was not to be, mid-way on their trip home, they had a ghastly motor accident. The cab in which they were had a head-on collision with a trailer and everyone in the cab, except the new born baby died on the s₱0t from serious injuries, and that child was ME! 😥😥
That was how I became an orphan in less then twenty-four hours after my birth. That was how I ended up in the orphanage shortly after my birth. I was to grow up in a community of people with who I had no biological strings whatever by way of relationsh¡p. 😭😭😭
So Sad right
Tbc