My step mother episode (1)

One sunny afternoon, I came home from school, only to notice a crowd in front of my house. I had lost my beloved mother, my jewel. I was young then. She advised and taught me a lot, especially how to make amends for my mistakes.

She told me how handsome I was even when everyone else said I was ugly.

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It was like a nightmare that I never thought would come to pass. I was dumbfounded, wondering how I was going to live without my mother. Unfortunately, I had lost my father some years back.

Some days after the death of my beloved mother, my stepmother took me to live with her. She told me a lot, assuring me she would act like my biological mother, but black shall never resemble white.

One day, my stepmother woke me up in the middle of the night and told me about my mother’s property that was now in her possession. She promised to will the property to me when I was through with my education.

One day, when I got home from school, my step mother wasn’t at home anymore. She had run away with all the documents that belonged to my mother. I couldn’t believe my eyes. How comfortable I would have been if my mother was alive. Uncontrollable tears rushed from my eyes. I sat down, wondering how to start a new chapter in my life, without any plans, without solid backing, again.

I stayed homeless for four years, slept anywhere I could. I spent my life without adequate food and other provisions. I ate anything I found. No more education because there was nobody to sponsor it.

A couple of years later, I was kidnapped by some unidentified guys, and they took me to another state but luckily for me, I was able to escape.

A man who saw me after I had escaped asked about the situation I was in, seeing how horrible I appeared. He asked me to move in with him.

He provided me with food and a cool place to rest. I explained my ordeal to him, and he sympathised with me. He also promised to take care of me.

His wife wasn’t around, she travelled abroad. He told me how good and caring his wife was and how she had supported him financially in his business which made him successful.

Some days after, he came back from his office at night telling me his wife would arrive the following morning. I was so elated, and I eagerly anticipated his wife’s arrival.

The next day, when his wife came back, I sat on a chair in the sitting room. When she entered the house, I found it hard to believe that the woman the man referred to as his ‘wife’ was my stepmother, who had run away with my mother’s property.

Written by Abdulwaheed Sofiullahi

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