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• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Ten.

  My heart was pounding erratically against my chest as I ran farther away from home. I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was that I had to get away from him even if I couldn't escape the memories of what had happened. The night was dark and the streets were becoming empty but I didn't stop running even when my feet were starting to hurt, as the mere thought that he could be out on the streets looking for me sent chills down my spine.There was no going back now.As I gripped my bag behind my back tightly and continued moving, passersby sent me curious looks and gazes, probably wandering what a girl like me was doing outside by this time of the night. Some looks made me uncomfortable as they lingered for too long, causing me to keep my head down to avoid bringing more attention to myself. The last thing I wanted was to be recognized by someone he knew and I couldn't let that happen as that would only make things worse.My body ach

• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Nine.

  The sun was slowly going down the horizon, dusk peeping in its wake when the last guests finally left for their various homes, leaving the house empty and quiet which I was grateful for. Dirty dishes and glass cups were scattered all over the house so I welcomed the distraction and walked around the house quietly, placing them in a large tray. As I assembled the dishes and cups into the sink to wash, the front door opened and closed. I listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen slowly."I didn't expect so many people to come today." Papa stated, surprise evident in his tone. He took off the black blazer that he had worn to the funeral and hung it on the chair in the dining room, showing off his white shirt.I didn't feel like talking so I continued washing. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and fall into a deep sleep, maybe that way I could forget what had happened today and shut out the pain I was feeling inside.I fel

• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Eight.

  Papa didn't come to me every night like I had feared, but almost. Sometimes I thought I would die of shame and from the excruciating pain that came with it, and sometimes I struggled helplessly even when I knew it was hopeless, I was hopeless. Eventually, Mama stopped coming into the room with Papa so I had no choice than to submit to him because there was no way out. I was doing it for Mama not for Papa, so he wouldn't beat her anymore.I was stuck in my own hell, reliving the same nightmare over and over again. Anytime I didn't cooperate with Papa or do anything he asked of me, he would go back to his room and beat Mama up, to make me obey him and do his bidding. He didn't care how sick she was, or how much pain she was in, all he cared about was fulfilling his own selfish needs, so it went on and on for months. Papa did everything and anything he wanted with me, I was his very own sex slave, his daughter. I became his toy and play thing that he could have acc

• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Seven.

  I woke up thinking what happened last night was all a bad dream, a nightmare I wanted to forget. Mama and Papa would never ask me to do anything that went against their moral doctrines. We were christians and it was abominable in the sight of God, but why couldn't I shake off the feeling that it wasn't a dream and it really happened?A sudden loud knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts."Deja!" Papa's voice resonated outside the room.I jumped in fright.What was happening?A number of insistent knockings followed,making my heart race in fear. "Open the door right now!" He boomed, twisting the door handle.What had I done?Immediately I opened the door Papa burst in. Cladin his grey button down pyjama shirt and trousers, his eyes darted across the room as if he was searching for something and was certain he would find it in my room. "Why did you lock the door? You want to commit sin with your body,is that it?" He p

• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Six.

  Everything came tumbling down when Mama fell sick.Even the leaves of the apple and ixora trees in the compound started falling off gradually after turning yellow and then to a crisp brown.That morning after the morning devotion,Papa found Mama lying on the bathroom floor, unconscious.Filled with shock,I stood by my bedroom door and watched as he came out with her limp body slung over his shoulder like a rag doll,her hands splayed out behind him as he carried her downstairs.The first dreadful thought that crossed my mind that moment was,"Is Mama dead?".Whenthey returned from the hospital later that day,I noticed how Mama looked smaller than she was in the plain white t-shirt she usually wore that smelled of food spices,it was now twice her size and her multi-coloured wrapper hung loosely around her waist as if she had tied it hurriedly.Her skin looked pale and ashen and when she walked,her face tightened into a grimace like every step she took drained the

• Diary Of A Black Girl   Chapter Five.

  I was putting away my clothes into the wardrobe when Aunty Dunni arrived in the afternoon. She seemed taller than I remembered and her brown skin glowed as if she had rubbed oil on it.Her nails were no longer painted bright red instead they were coated a light pink and resting on one of her fingers was the huge diamond engagement ring her second husband,the politician had given to her before they got married.It looked a bit heavy on her slender finger but maybe I was just imagining it because she didn't act like it was."Welcome Aunty."I greeted her,bending one knee out of courtesy."Hei!Adejare,is this you?"She clapped her hands dramatically,making the jewelries on her wrists jiggle in response and moved to touch my face as if she couldn't believe it was actually me.I stiffened a little when her hand touched my skin,not used to physical contact but she didn't act like she noticed."Was it not just yesterday I carried you on my back