September 11th 1:00am I was so worried. I feared something bad must have happened to Uncle K. As I walked down the stairs trying to rap my head around what had happened to me during the night; the blood stains and aches all over my body didn’t just happen overnight. I needed explanation to all...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience –Lagos Big Girl
13th of March 11:00pm As I walked into the club in my black slinky dress, I could hear the ever buzzing IF by Davido. There were multi-coloured flashing lights on the dance floor of the club, but the lights were not bright enough to reach beyond that. “The club looks so crowded tonight”, I thought...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience – Birthday Girl
September 10th 3:00pm September is here again which happens to be my birthday I will be 12 years old on the 10th of September, Uncle K had planned a birthday party for me, we went out for shopping because I had decided to wear something new for the party, we also made a quick stop at the...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience -Emeka’s Dismissal
Like a speed of light, Uncle K rushed to my bed, jacked Emeka up and gave him the beating of his life. I have never seen Uncle K this furious and angry. Uncle K`s eyes was filled with so much rage as he strangled Emeka. I had to let out a scream before Uncle K...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience- At his Mercy
30th of March I just can’t do this, I think It Is time I tell you what is going on, Omolola I am so sorry I have been lying to you all these while, your parents died Instantly In the car accident, you and Kunle are the only ones who survived the accident that afternoon,...
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience-The Party
25th of December 12:00 pm Walking down the stairs,I could hear a familiar voice calling out my name screaming‘Omolola! ‘Omolola! Help me check the kitchen cabinet for a new pack of magi seasoning and I need it right no’that was my mother Chief Mrs Tade herself AKA Mama Show, always representing at any family event....
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Tale of a teenager: The Omolola’s experience- Prologue…
Pictures flashing through my mind. Flashes of how my clothes were ripped off my body. I could still feel his strong arms hooking me down, covering my mouth in a choke, holding me down all at the same time, keeping my voice from screaming out the cries of my heart. In all this horror, he...