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ECHOS FROM YESTERDAY 3. I found myself on a cold-hard-dirty floor when I opened my eyes. The room was in pitch darkness so for several moments, I was blinded by the darkness. While I was still in this semiconscious state, I could feel that I was not alone in the place. I tried to move but it was impossible because my hands and legs were tied tightly with a rope that was already eating deep into my flesh. I tried to scream but I couldn't because I was gagged too. I struggled and wriggled but there was no way out of the captivity. For several moments, this continued until I was tired and exhausted then I slumped back to the floor, shivering and moaning. Whoever it was that was in the room with me didn't say a word or make a move. But I could feel his or her pressence like an impending doom. Suddenly, a door opened somewhere and a flood of sunlight rushed in. I was once again, blinded. I squeezed my eyes tight so my brain could adjust to the sudden brightness then I slowly o

SUNDAY STORIES (Happy Sunday dear reader(s), hope you're enjoying the weekend? Here is a story for you to catch fun with today, read and enjoy!!!) Don't Wait Till It's Too Late . “The house where I lived was about to be seized, just because I could not pay the rent. I posted my situation on Facebook looking for help, but all I could get is 2 "likes" and zero comment. So I sent 250 messages to my contact list requesting for a loan of GHS 500. Unfortunately only 10 people responded. 6 out of 10 said they could not help me. And only 1 out of 4 who promised to help me actually gave me some money. The other 3 gave me no excuse and never took my calls. In the end, I was ejected. I did not have a place to sleep. I walked in the dark looking for options and, unfortunately, a thief stole my empty purse with my ID card. He was badly hit by a car in high speed as he fled and died without his body being identified. Only the bag containing my identity card se

ECHOS FROM YESTERDAY, PART 2. (..........continued from the first part) I fainted when I saw mother eating the food that I'd poison. My mother rushed me to a general hospital. It didn't take them long to resuscitate me at the hospital and mother was there, standing beside my bed, crying nonstop as she held on to my hand as if she'd let go of my hand she wouldn't see me again. There was also a nurse and a kind looking doctor in the room, they were all looking curiously down at me on the bed. "Mom, are you okay?" was the first statement I uttered when I opened my eyes. She looked incredulously at me. "I should be asking you if you are okay, look who is talking" she said with distress and smile. "What exactly happened and why did you scare me so badly?" I knew there was no way to lie any longer. Besides, her life is in jeopardy if I didn't tell her the truth on time so she could seek medical help before it was too late. So I p

Domestic violence. Echos From Yesterday Part 1. I will never forget the pains she went through, My mother- the strongest woman I have ever seen. She took the pains calmly without protest from the demon she was forever doomed to endure-my father. The demon began the torment with night escapades, staying outdoor till the wee hours, not caring the jeopardy his absences caused my mother. Poor mother, she waits in the living room, thinking, hoping and praying that her husband arrives safely. Nothing i said ever mattered, she would rather wait in the middle of the night alone, empty-stomached and heartbroken to behold the face she loved so dearly. On my fifth birthday the beating started. It started simply because mama had been stupid enough to forget his carton of beer from store the previous day when she went shopping for the family. With tears in her eyes, sobs in her throat, knees on the kitchen floor and my cake turning to charcoal in the oven, she begged and held onto his c

Oftentimes, free thinkers are tagged with all sort of names by religious fanatics. This accolade may sound embarrassing but it's a big joke and a slap to those who intend to abuse people by these words. To be free minded is to be enlightened. To be free from the shadows of mental, social, religious and academic slavery. Any time someone calls you a free thinker, smile and say 'thank you, I know I'm very good'