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NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE

SUICIDE POSTER OF 2013 WRITES BACK

I didn't have the best of relationship with my father. I'm usually full of wonders when I see girls eulogise their fathers and I say "what could be different?". Isn't he selfish, dishonest, and irresponsible like mine? Its wrong to conclude, that was what I thought when I was younger.

My father made our lives miserable. Some of the reservations I have about guys... I owe it all to him... Though have seen some amazing ones and the margin is wide. I didn't come from a family where you tell your father "I love you" everyday and he'd say same back at you. Or that you'll run to him with arms open wide when he's back from work (must have done that when I was a toddler) but as grew older and wiser... I kept my distance. We only went to him when we needed something. We took our Mum along. He didn't give us everything but he paid school fees.

I remember keeping a diary in secondary school... And writing all the stuff he says to me." He slapped me this week. He told me I'll get pregnant before I graduate school and then he'll be able to kill me. He fought with mum. He refused giving me money for my book". I was his target. I was the first. And my crime was being a girl and bringing two others along. He didn't have so much. Yet with that little, he was so arrogant and never stops telling us he's doing us a favour.  That after all, another man would come reap the fruits of his labour. My mum stopped working many years back cause he made her to, amidst all the promises of love and how she'll be first he remembers when things got better. Oh well.. He didn't.

One of the saddest things I remembered was when he called me a bastard. That he wasn't my father and he called my mum... And told her to return me to the man she had me for and how I didn't look like him. I cried so hard, cause I received a beating with it. I wrote in my diary then that I'll punish this man and make him suffer for all he's put me through once I made it in life.

He doesn't have a single investment, all his money went into alcohol,cigarettes and helping outsiders and keeping extra marital affairs while his family suffered. There were times my mum would go collect food stuffs on credit to feed us. Even when my mum's arthritis was so severe. He'd look the other way. Till date, she never got a proper treatment. God just stepped in.

I was an average student in school, so most of my results were good. I didn't have to repeat any exam except jamb when admission didn't come. I finally got admission with A levels. He never relented from paying school fees. And has lost all hope about having a male child. while in school, I joined a fellowship and I was opportuned to talk to a pastor about how I felt about my dad and he said to forgive him.. And I gave blunt NO. Its impossible. I lied that I  didn't hold any grudge but his hell would be here on earth after have made it in life. Lolol. I was told to look at the bright side and see the good in him. 

Then I tried. I tried putting some of things behind me. It was hard. The journey to forgiveness has been a long one. Now, we get to talk about many things. I'm not afraid to express myself. We get into arguments. He respects that I'm older and therefore entitled to my opinions. To some extent..he listens.

In a few days I'll turn 24. God is sooo good. I'm foremost grateful for life.Things haven't changed so much. But I know change is coming. I'm still struggling to make ends meet. Its been bumpy. But I'm hopeful when it does every hurt, regret and grudge would have automatically find their way out. And to be honest, my heart  hurts less since have started to let some things go.   

PS:I remember in 2013, I sent a mail to Stella... I was so depressed that I wanted to kill myself... The thoughts were so strong. She gave my pin to Oyin, Chioma and Michelle. They were amazing ladies. They did their bits and I was so grateful. I lost contact with Chioma and Michelle. But Oyin remains one of my best friends till date. Have never met her in person but we talk like we've know each other forever. She's my all-round-advisor. I tell her anything and everything. She became family.

Thank you so much Stella. You are a wonder woman. Your existence is a gift to me. Thank you for being part of the women in my journey of life. You inspire me to be better. God bless you greatly. And I love you.

Thank God you are fine,i have been wondering what happened to you!

       

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NARRATIVE NUMBER TWO

DEALING WITH OFFICE JEALOUSY/RIVALRY

Dear Stella

          I just resumed at my new office last month and the lady I took over from is being a real pain in the ass, anyway she was not professional about her job and almost got sacked but they retained her but demoted her just because our boss is really nice.

Since I resumed she comes up with so many attitude problems and knowing am just getting acquainted the environment I keep my cool to all she does before they say I have an attitude problem just when I want to defend myself.

Anyway to the real gist, she occupies my drawer just because it was her former 

desk and the new desk they got for her does not have drawers, she keeps her 

shoes, drugs, provisions and all in my own drawer and I allowed it at first because

she did not have where to move them but now she's got her own space. when I 

tried complaining that I need my space as to where to keep my own stuffs

she gave me attitude for one week ooo!!!

Please Stella and my fellow BVs advice me on how to go about this one ooo 

maybe my approach is wrong or something.

Did I mention I LOVE YOU STELLA DIMOKOKORKUS?!!!