Tima's Writings

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*****In The Name Of Love*****

Episode 2

(Flashback to 15years ago)

On a faithful school day, eight years old Dakori stood by the window side of the detention hall, where she has been all day for fighting and injuring another kid in her class. She calmly watch as other children run into their parents embrace laughing and chattering happily. She could only imagine what that feels like. Parents not yelling at you nor having to s***k you at the slightest mistake. Not really caring about you, the things you do or not do, leaving you in the hands of strangers who are basically after their paycheck.

Dakori became different from every other kid her age as she got expose to sensitive contents and lifestyle at a young age. She became a loner with no interest to socialize, having no friends, finding it hard to trust anyone, easily angered and very violent that she could barely go a day in school without ending up in detention halls or worse getting suspended from school. Her parents kept changing her school, ignorant of the glaring problem of their child.

Cynthia, her nanny at the time, arrived hours after school dismissal and apologize for coming late, claimed she was busy and lost track of time. The vice principal called her attention immediately she arrived as she picked Dakori from detention.

"What have you done this time? Me I'm tired of this your troublesome life o. Your parents are busy traveling across nations not minding the trouble you put me through everyday" She kept scolding and complaining on her way to the vice principal's office holding Dakori by her hand.

On getting to the office entrance door, one could hear a woman's voice yelling inside the office, Cynthia instantly knew things are about to get heated. She gave a gentle knock as she swallowed hard and went in with Dakori. The woman instantly faced them with range "is this the little witch that punched you in the eye?" The woman asked her daughter, about same age with Dakori, sitting in a corner with a reddish eye. "Yes.." she answered tearing.

"Good evening sir" Cynthia quickly greeted hoping to divert attention.
"Yes. Where are the parents of this girl? I've been trying to reach them since morning none of them is picking up are they have refused to reply my messages" the vice principal complained looking up at Cynthia with his glasses. "Erm... they are out of..." Cynthia tried to explain but the woman intercepted

"You this little devil..." She pointed at Dakori "...better pray nothing happens to my daughter's eyes. If not, you and everyone of your family member will hear from me. I will cause hell to fall on you and your entire family I swear. You don't know me o. Just pray nothing happens to my daughter's eyes.....".
"We are really sorry ma" Cynthia tried to apologized but the woman waved her off. She kept ranting on and on at the top of her voice, making threats and hitting her hand on the table once in a while.

Cynthia kept on apologizing while the vice principal tried to calm the woman down.
After much plea and reassurance, she held her daughter to leave, saying she would report it to the police if her daughter's eye doesn't improve by the next day as she pushed Cynthia aside and barged out.

The vice principal scolded Dakori for what she did to her class mate and handed Cynthia a letter of suspension and demanded her parents be informed and to see him as soon as possible.

Cynthia sighed and dragged Dakori outside the school premises and scolded her even more.
"What is wrong with you this child?. How could you even do that to that poor girl at your age?!" She yelled. "This is the third school you've been to just this term. What did she do to you huh?" She put her hands akimbo. Dakori looked away mumbling to herself.

"What are you saying? What did the girl do to you? Or you just go about fighting with people?” Cynthia asked again. "But she didn't die. Most people in the television die when you punch them" Dakori replied nonchalantly, leaving Cynthia in awe with her mouth agape.
"What?! Are you being serious...?"
"She didn't die...she didn't die" Dakori innocently kept muttering to herself.

To be continued....

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Have a blissful day 😊

Episode 2 of our story dropping today by 7pm ☺️
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I miss home...

The beginning of greatness always feels hard, things get rough, people might laugh at you, sometimes progress is slow and then you think you are wasting your time. But when you push through those and get to your breakthrough, the cheers and congratulations is a premium feeling. Those that laughed at you, starts to laugh with you and even point you to others as an example of success.

So keep pushing and don't stop until you reach your breakthrough.

Have a blissful day ❤️

******In The Name Of Love******
Episode 1

The night was dark, the crickets chirp nonstop, the sky cloudy and missing its stars and the thunder comes after the lightning as it threatens to rain.
A young lady in her early 20s could hear her own heartbeat as she stood in the middle of a thick bush panting and sweating profusely. She was overwhelmed by the tall grasses that one could barely see her standing there holding a torchlight and wearing a burglar's mask with black leather hand gloves.

She took a few seconds to look around to see if anyone was coming but realized once again that she was all alone in the bush. The cold wind blew from the east direction as the grasses sway from end to end slightly revealing her figure, then came a flash of lightning accompanied by thunder and the young lady quickly held a lifeless body by the feet as she dragged it across the grasses on the ground.

It started raining and she kept dragging the body and suddenly the phone in her pocket starts to ring. "S**t!" She cursed and hurriedly held out the phone that belongs to the dead lady and pressed the silent button and it rang on in silence. On the screen appears "JayJay" accompanied by lots of love emojis.

She gazed at the screen until it stops to ring, and then she immediately turned it off and put it back in her jeans pocket. "It doesn't have to be like this... It doesn't have to be like this..." She kept muttering beneath her breath as she continued dragging the body under the now heavily falling rain then stops as she got to a riverside.

After pondering for a while she flashed the torchlight on the body of the dead lady revealing a red sequence gown she was wearing, her eyes half closed and her nose had a little bleed. Her mouth was left agape and she was starting to turn white. "If I dump you in the river, you could float to a far distance and that will take days if not weeks to find you. So I'll leave you here. That way you won't go missing for long" she thought to herself, then bent over and whispered to the dead body like she could hear her. "I'm sorry Cherry, there was no other way" she apologized caressing her hair.

Then she started crying hard, covering her mouth with her both hands. But after crying for a moment she went down to the river and sunk herself inside. She thought of the so many wrongs she had done, what she had become and she got overwhelmed by her darkest moments as she screamed underneath the river in anguish.
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Dakori jolted up from her bed screaming and all sweaty to her phone ringing nonstop. She was breathing heavily like someone being chased by a deadly wild animal. She climbed down from her bed, went straight to the toilet bowl and vomited. She washed her face afterwards and went to pick up her phone placed on the right side of her queen-size bed. On the screen appears eight missed calls.

She unlocks the phone using her index finger and saw that it was her cousin Jason that has been calling. Just as she was about dialling his number, his call came in again and intercepted hers. She tapped the answer button and placed it on her right ear.

"It'd better be important..." She said sarcastically
"Oh thank God you are okay..." Jason replied from the other end with a shaky voice.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? What's happening?" She curiously asked raising her brows.
"I don't know. Is Cherish there with you?" He asked
"No, she's not here. What's happening, is everything alright" She moves to the window side and peeped outside to see if her parents' cars were parked outside.

"Really? I thought you were supposed to go to the housewarming party together?".
"I couldn't... my parents returned last night and l...I needed to be at home. She dropped me and Tina off and left for the party" Dakori said. "Is everything okay with her?”

"Honestly I am not sure. I tried calling her phone last night but it was switched off. Same thing this morning and Maris said she never showed up for the party which is odd". Jason said worriedly.
"Come on now. What could possibly go wrong? Maybe she went somewhere else she probably didn't want you to know. Stop overreacting".

"Dako you know that's unlike her. Something is wrong and I can feel it. I need to look for her. Probably go to her family house and see if she is there" Dakori let out a sigh and nodded.
"Yeah I think you should go check... she must have gone there to see her kid, who knows"
"Okay then. I'll talk to you later. And please try to call her too, see if it rings" Jason pleads.

"Sure I will. And Jay..."
"Yes..."
"Keep me posted okay? I'm sure we will find her or she might just come home. And if you need anything, I'm always here okay?" Dakori reassured in a softer tone and Jason replied
"Thanks. I will call you when I get something"
"Okay. Bye".

Dakori drops the call and fix her gaze on the drawers beside her bed. She takes a few steps towards the bed as her heart starts pounding fast. Tension increases as she reaches for the drawer handle and pulls it out to see a few naira notes, an ATM card and a smartphone. She slowly picks up the ATM card with the holder's name NELSON C. NGORBA boldly written on it.
She sighed heavily and closed it back hastily. The thought of disposing of it crossed her mind, and it was the best thing to do. So she got a paper bag and put the phone, the card and money inside and placed it under her bed as she gets ready to go throw it in a place where no one will ever find it.

To be continued...

Everybody deserves to be loved...
Do not deny a child the love and care they deserve
Do not hate on a child for your own mistakes

There are many children out there who have been neglected and deprived of the care and love they deserve. Some would say we are Africans and we are prone to survive any situation that present itself, this is not always so for the little ones.

How you treat a child matters a lot, determine what they become, how they behave in the society and most importantly their relationship with others.

My next post is a story about a girl who turned out to be a nightmare her own nightmare in the quest for love.
Her story could be written differently, but she got lost in her anguish.

*In The Name Of Love*

Good evening there, sorry for keeping you all waiting, I've been a little busier than expected. But is all good because we are dropping our first story titled "In The Name Of Love" tomorrow yaaay 🎉

So this Is basically a story about an unloved child who grew up to become needy and obsessed with being loved, that she went out of her way to keep the supposed love of her life to herself.
After going through a whole lot of trouble, what happens when she's denied her love?

Anticipate for full story from tomorrow 😊
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