Wendara

Overprotected, that was how I felt. I’m  a princess, and the only daughter of king and queen Mirus. The kingdom doesn’t have a crown prince because my mother died when I was six month old. Since then, the king had refused to marry another queen. He had promised to protect and guide me because I was an incubated child. He felt I was never strong, and needed guide surrounding me every minute, but it was the opposite. I was strong enough to fight for myself. I also have God to fight for me. One day a war broke out in our community. My father tried to save me, but I was captured by the strange fellows, that looked more like an alien. They do not look like human, but they had the strength of humans. With two big fingers they carried me like I weighed nothing. I was frightening. I wiggle to get off them, but those two finger seems more powerful than the whole of me. My father army had thrown sword and stone at them that they did crush it. Mind you, the are not giant or so big,

He sat on the bed in his room, the stereo blasting _Olamide’s poverty die_ . The room was a two bedroom flat, and he was the only occupant of the apartment. His gaze was fully concentrated on his phone. The app opened on his phone was hangout, and he kept staring at the name of his client, the one him and his friends named, ‘best mugu’, who was offline. Apart from the constant money he received from best mugu, the word and their chat was something he looked forward to everyday. “Maybe she is busy at work.” He tried to console himself. Moving to the names of other clients on the list, he tried chatting them up, but found it boring and time consuming. Dropping his phone, he moved to his kitchen to make his breakfast. Maybe after his breakfast, she would be online. After taking his bath and eating to his satisfaction. He went back to pick his phone with a full smile plastered on his face. Only for the smile to fade away, when he saw her status; offline. He threw the phone on the bed, a

The sound of her feet, kept on destroying the silence of the environment.  She hated him. She hated the fact that he could make her feel this way. Bisi felt lumps in her throat. She tried to remember what she could have done to deserve the way he treated her. She swallowed the lump. She heard Tomi's step after her. It was getting closer. Holding her skirt that kept on moving with the wind as her feet moved forward. She felt him closer. "Stay away from me Tomi. I hate you." She screamed, hating the way her voice sounded. "Just stop Bisi. It's still the same thing." He responded, equally screaming but with a clear voice. He ruined it. He ruined her birthday. She felt a hand on her waist, stopping her from running further. Without words, she felt his lips on hers. Seeking entry into her mouth. His tongue kept pushing her lips wider. She tried to kick him, wiggling from his hold. She had to keep reminding herself. He was a liar. And, all this, the