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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 10/13/2014
In the night
Born 1989, F, from Lagos, NigeriaI was born to it. Servitude is all I knew. They taught me to hate myself but so did I learn to hate others. It was natural. To look down on others because I started with myself. My name is Amelia and I am a bat. I was born in a small house. We lived from hand to mouth but we fed. I was very smart. Mother beat me often reminding me that I would end up as nothing. For my beauty, she stripped me naked and bathed me in the open. I had a crown of glory but still I was no queen. I had a crown of knowlege but I was no queen. Their attitude to me and this was morbid. It was like being drawn apart by two trojan horses. Soon I looked like a demon child, a big head eyes still shone from. time to time, it was funny. While I was pretty, I had so many fantasies. One of them was being an indian princess. My mother died that day I wept and dad looked at me as if I was a fool. He smiled, she has not learnt anything. A rich woman took notice of my dad and married him. Together they maltreated me. My father started even lying that I was adopted and appalled by him and his repulsive disposition in my judgemental high scutiny sold the big lie out. She could not bear his nagging and she had found a new toy boy. Then she had him killed. She did it because she felt betrayed. They met in a supermarket where he went to buy some drugs for me. He seemed so smart and so refined so she chose him.
Then she sent me to a new home to work as a servant. There they would remind me I was no servant and remind me I was one. It was like being drawn apart by two trojan horses. I became the worst maid. I was constantly reminded that someone had to be the maid. They wanted to know why I hated others and not just myself. Why I had such effontry. Why I looked down on others and not just myself. I got my revenge later. Not only on the maids or those who hated themselves but those who thought they had a right to love themselves or rather hate others without knowing they should hate themselves.
My revenge was sweet. It was to the death. I knew better.
In the night(Judy)
I was born to it. Servitude is all I knew. They taught me to hate myself but so did I learn to hate others. It was natural. To look down on others because I started with myself. My name is Amelia and I am a bat. I was born in a small house. We lived from hand to mouth but we fed. I was very smart. Mother beat me often reminding me that I would end up as nothing. For my beauty, she stripped me naked and bathed me in the open. I had a crown of glory but still I was no queen. I had a crown of knowlege but I was no queen. Their attitude to me and this was morbid. It was like being drawn apart by two trojan horses. Soon I looked like a demon child, a big head eyes still shone from. time to time, it was funny. While I was pretty, I had so many fantasies. One of them was being an indian princess. My mother died that day I wept and dad looked at me as if I was a fool. He smiled, she has not learnt anything. A rich woman took notice of my dad and married him. Together they maltreated me. My father started even lying that I was adopted and appalled by him and his repulsive disposition in my judgemental high scutiny sold the big lie out. She could not bear his nagging and she had found a new toy boy. Then she had him killed. She did it because she felt betrayed. They met in a supermarket where he went to buy some drugs for me. He seemed so smart and so refined so she chose him.
Then she sent me to a new home to work as a servant. There they would remind me I was no servant and remind me I was one. It was like being drawn apart by two trojan horses. I became the worst maid. I was constantly reminded that someone had to be the maid. They wanted to know why I hated others and not just myself. Why I had such effontry. Why I looked down on others and not just myself. I got my revenge later. Not only on the maids or those who hated themselves but those who thought they had a right to love themselves or rather hate others without knowing they should hate themselves.
My revenge was sweet. It was to the death. I knew better.
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