Nneka Anieze
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Hello there,
My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.
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Letter to my African Mum
Hello Mummy, I have a lot of memories of life with you, life lessons from you, highly biased parables and so much more. It goes without saying that some of them were rather traumatizing but I believe that you did your best by and all your children. I have three very distinctive memories that stick out from my childhood. One of them was how I had managed to lose my younger sister and let her get kidnapped. The finer details of the event might be blurred with age as I was about eleven then but I remember that day clearly. It was one of those strange ladies that we usually saw around the neighbourhood but never really paid attention to. On this very day, I had lost track of my younger sister, Mary. I was supposed to take her with me from school to home which was a simple task but I somehow managed to botch. Mary was only ten months old.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Confessions
BABY WITH THE GOOD BACK
BABY WITH THE GOOD BACK “Don’t you think we should stop now?” asked Tochi as he watched his father sharpen his arrow in preparation for another episode of hunting. They already have three rabbits, a pheasant and one deer. He knew it was enough to trade on and live off until the next hunting in four days. Besides, it was getting dark.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Families
Mirrored Kindness
I knew my body would go through a lot of change after the baby is born, I expected it, and I tried to get ahead of it. I used to be a fitness fanatic, my peers looked up to me for fitness inspiration and motivation and I revelled in it. It was a huge part of my confidence. But then came the era or pandemic, the gyms closed, motivations wore of like an old apron and traits like will was rare. but I was still good, I still had my confidence, I still had much to occupy my mind, I hoped I could retrace my step, eventually.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Viva
Prepare The Black Child. Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge.
I am not a social person, I like to keep to myself. That was before I became a mother. I could say that being a mother has made me want to make a change in the community that I belong. Before, I would see a lot of injustice and inhumanity displayed every day on the street, on social media and by the police who are meant to protect the people and every time, I would internally express my displeasure but always, I would keep moving on without doing anything to change the situation. I didn’t believe I had what it took to make any change that would affect the situation.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Viva
NEW YEAR... NEW RULES?
Now, it is true that smoking and drinking go hand-in-hand but I beg to differ. you would expect someone that was a heavy smoker to be an equally heavy drinker and if they should embark on quitting, to stop the two habits together right? Wrong. Not me, I am a realist. I will quit drinking next year. I am not a terrible drinker. Come to think of it, I have been told that I am a cool drunk. Like I get this aura of coolness wrapped around me like a cloak when I’m drunk so why would I give that up? I don’t have an answer to that yet and when I think of the bravery it took to decide to promise to give up smoking, it is totally worth it to deffer quitting something else.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Motivation
All About My Bruises (Final Saga)
Final Chapter CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The present "Mama, Franklin wants Peter Pan. Peter Pan." He jumped up and down in front of his mother like a panther on a hill. He was a handsome boy. She, on the other hand, was still lost in her recollection. She has been going through the evening routine automatically as she was already used to bathing Frank, feeding him, and letting him watch peter pan by eight before he went to bed. Now, she has stopped to pick up the toy that Frank has learnt to knock from wherever it was standing.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (14)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN I was afraid that the miscarriage I had while I was with Sam might affect this child but the doctor told me that I was healthy and so was the baby. I told him of what I went through. He checked my body and did a lot of tests before he told me that I have healed handsomely. I went into the market next to buy the things that I would need to go visit my parents. They must be worried about me. Even though I called to let them know that I was fine, they have not seen me for a very long time and I know for sure that a phone call would not appease my mother. She would want to see me. I decided that the Shoprite mall was less crowded than the market so I drove towards the place. I packed my car, took my handbag and went into the mall.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (PT12/13)
CHAPTER TWELVE Two months later God, if you decide to join Sam in his quest for justice, the least you can do is to do it yourself. Why must I suffer thus in the hand of a human that eats yam and cocoyam as I do? My fellow human, that you created in your image?
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (PT11)
CHAPTER ELEVEN Three months later Even through the constant haze that so much beating from Sam had put me in, I knew I had missed my period for three months. God was seriously against me. Why did I choose this time to get pregnant? I had wanted a baby when I married Sam but I didn't want it again, not if it was conceived by the way Sam had been raping me constantly for the last three months. I have decided to stop calling it rape. I didn't know what to call it; but it was no longer rape, for I did not move or shout or do anything again when he came to do his deed. I just lay there like a block of wood and waited for him to be done. I have been Sam's prisoner for three months. I have bruises all over my body, courtesy of Sam's beating. There was no part of my body that did not know Sam's foot or hand.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Criminal
All About My Bruises (pt 9)
CHAPTER TEN Two months later. Today was the day. I promised myself that I would not postpone telling Sam that I want a divorce and that I was now a lawyer. I have been thinking about it and I knew I could not wait again. I also knew that Israel would like to know that I would be soon done with Sam. He and I have been going out as friends but I was sure that he would like to move things to the next level if I should tell him that I was divorced. But what I did not know was if I was ready to move things to any level.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (Pt3/4)
CHAPTER THREE "My daughter, I am your father. I am not against your happiness. If you say that you want to marry this banker fellow instead of finishing your education as planned then go ahead. But I must let you know that anywhere that a person running reaches, a person walking can also reach there. You do not have to rush into anything. I do not like this idea of yours but if you say that that is what you want to do, then go ahead," my father said as he swatted away the mosquito on his leg.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (pt 7/8)
CHAPTER EIGHT Four years later My life as a secret student wife of Sam was sapping me of strength. I was slimmer, leaning on the thin and a little on the sticky side. My eyeballs have sunken so into their socket that it was a miracle I was not simply blind. The bones on my shoulder could hold a full cup of water and I would be running and it would not pour away. My cheekbones stood as if to say to the world, "Here I am." I was now gawky. I did not mind as long as I get to have my degree in law. I drove all the way to Nsukka any day I have lectures, which was almost every day; I came back all the way to Enugu whenever the lectures were done. I have already formed the habit of waking up in the wee hours of the morning to get breakfast ready for Sam. I made his dinner right after I finish getting the things for my school ready. I would put the food in the microwave. When he has eaten and gone off to work, I got ready and drove off to school. fun stuff
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
