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I SOLD MY SOUL
Fantasy I *SOLD MY SOUL* 💔
EPISODE 1
Unknown pov
Sandra a beautiful, curvy, tall and light skin 24years old girl who had her ND in marketing and also the first child of 3 faces life challenges at a very tender age but she has promised herself to make lemonade from her lemon.
She lost her father at the age of 18 when she was about going to the university. She forgot about the plan of attaining a BSC and went for her National Diploma instead, since it will save she and her family from spending too much.
She went through hell to finish her ND but she eventually did with a distinction. She graduated when she was twenty then her two siblings were already done with their SSCE.
She started huzzling to makes ends meet for her family since their was no money and no family members who was willing to help. At first, she did her one year IT at a marketing company, hoping they will atleast retain her when she was done but they didn't.
During her internship period, she was able to raise money for her siblings to obtain their jamb form. They did, wrote the exams and came out with flying colors.
Her mum Mrs Maria Johnson wasn't helping the situation at all. She was constantly reminding Sandra that their hopes are on her.
Matilda and Kelvin got admission into the university of jos. They're both twins but they don't look identical at all. They're 3years younger than Sandra.
To cut the story short, Sandra was forced into prostituting since that was the only business that could bring food to their table and also see his siblings through school.
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*Matilda*
Sis, we'll be going back to school next week.
Okay. What and what do you need?
Kelvin and I will be needing food stuffs,....
You know what, just list down what you both need and give it to me.
Okay.
Sis.
Yes???
It's a new level and we need to pay our school fees.
Okay. How much??
Kelvin is paying 55k while mine is 45k.
Hmmmmmm...
Okay. Just go and do your list. I'll see to them.
Okay. Thank you so much.
You're welcome dear.
*Sandra*
Later in the evening, Matilda gave me the list of what they'll be needing for school and it all amounted to 60 thousand excluding their school fees each.
Hmmmm, how will I get all this money now?? My customers are not paying verywell like before and the only person that use to give me plenty money has travelled out.
*Phone ringing*...call from boss
📞Hello Mama
📞Sandra how are you??
📞I'm okay Mama.
📞Work dey o
📞Ah Mama I dey ever ready. You know say ah be your loyal pikin
📞Ah trust you. Oya begin dey come now.
📞Ok mama. Make I sharperly arrange myself.
📞 Oya na. No wahala.
📞 Thank you ma.
*Call ended*
Chai this God no dey sleep o....make I rush go quick quick. I quickly select a ripped jean and a transparent shiffon top.
Was done dressing up, I was about leaving the house when mum called.
Sandra...
Yes mum..
Hope you've start gathering money for your siblings resumption.
I'm trying mum.
Better o.
Abeg give me money, I need to go and make my hair.
Hmmmm..hair you made 2weeks ago that have not spoil?
Will you give me or not???" She frowned.
Okay. How much??
Two thousand.
Okay. I reach for my bag and gave her 2k.
Can I go now???
Yes you can" she smiled.
I just nodded my head and left.
*Kelvin* (who have been listening to her mum and her sister's conversation)
Mum this is not fair" I said angrily.
What is not fair???
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