The story of my life. My Past.
to see what was happening. My eyes met my Dad's and he walked away to the compound, hopped in his car, driving off to God-knows-where. I asked my mum what happened but she didn't reply and my br
for school immediately I got
rating all that happened to my grandmother_adopted grandmother_who had just woken up not quite long with the look on her face. I could fe
u get the consequences of coming late in some Nigerian school, the teache
n our way home, they felt sorry for me, although they weren't my blood, I still loved them because I have known them all my life. I wasn't going to abandon them just because of what I found out today. It had been a hell of a day for me especially since the 'Dad' I once considered a loving one wanted me out of his hous
asn't easy in Lagos and the only thing he wanted now was for me to go live with one wicked aunt Sarah. Going home from school wasn't easy today because we were trekking again, and with those pi
we saw Dad drinki
crying. Jesus! I loved this family. This small once happy family. Bayo and Bisola, my siblings, came to my room to console me without my exp
as adopted. And now that I found out today, I was wanted out because things were hard. And according to my adopted father, Mr Johnson, my leaving the house was just to reduce the amount of money or food or any other expenses circulated in the house. Mrs Johnson, my adopted mother, was a full housewife who only went out to see a few fr
ong and fearless. Not to be bullied or taken advantage of and to top it all, I was adopted and wanted out again! That was so heartbreaking! I was adopted! I was adop
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was seen roaming recklessly on the streets after being kicked out from under this roof? So embarrassing. So, the truth was that I split out. I told them about my being adopted and how my adopted father was doing something against my will. Yeah, my will was to stay here and have a family too,
and laughed like I just cracked them a joke! I was flabbergas
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out of his house to his elder sister's house in Ibadan. Two,
lled my name, "let me tell you, if you don't want to go to Ibadan to that wicked aunt of yours
cares? I
eant I got serious when I wanted to. I knew about them and moved with them. I hid things from them and they did likewise too. Sometimes, we pr
m boldly." Toyin said, and I just hummed, staring at her. My surprise knew no boundaries when they told me to join their group named Scorpion Group. I was so terrified. I knew this and didn't see this coming. I knew they were in some w
tion and came to my room warning me not to attempt to joi