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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All About My Bruises
CHAPTER ONE The Present She hated him so much that it hurt her whenever she remembered him. She could not afford to have any more hate against him in her. Her hate was at its highest capacity. She did not know if it was right to hate somebody like that but she couldn't help the way she hated Sam, her ex-husband. One would wonder why she married him if she hated him that much. Well, she really did not know why she married him if she looked back now.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (Pt2)
CHAPTER TWO "What will you take?" Sam asked me. Sam was looking as handsome as he used to be. I have been dating Sam since he came to visit me last month and he sure knew how to make a girl feel special. Today was the fifth time he has come to visit me and as usual, he brought so many things. He came with his friends as always. I found out the first time he came to visit me that Sam was very famous among his friends. They followed him around; I was not really happy about that but I did not want to come between him and his friends. And they seemed like good fellows.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (PT 6)
CHAPTER SIX Two years later A knock woke me. I stood up from my very comfortable bed, looked at the clock and wanted to kick something, preferably, something that was knocking at my door by twelve midnight and I knew without opening the door that the something was the man I had married three years ago; I swore. I wished I could lock him out and just go right back to bed and get back to my dream without repercussion. As was the tradition since I married Sam, I fell asleep on the sofa but today, I managed to drag myself to the room. I was getting many neck cramps from dozing on the couch. And he was back at his usual time. And I bet he smelled vanilla perfume. For the past two months, it was rose. It changed to vanilla last week. That meant that he now has a new mistress. fun man
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (pt 5)
CHAPTER FIVE One Year Later I had the kind of wedding that girls only dreamt about. My wedding was the talk of the town. Anybody who was somebody was heavily represented on my wedding day. The result of that was that I felt like a stranger at my own wedding. I did not know anyone and as Sam continued to introduce me to so many people, I tried to smile and look civilized and sophisticated like I knew Sam liked, but it was very hard. Every time I felt choked by the many attending strangers, I searched around frantically for a familiar face and my eyes always came to rest on my father or Oge. I had begged for her forgiveness which she did not give since I refused to forget the wedding, but she agreed to be my bridesmaid.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
Fight for me
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
DEAR ME, (PT2)
(PT2) June, 18 Dear ME, Sorry for waking you up. I just finished saying the Divine Mercy prayer. I like to pray when I can. It gives solace to my heart. Sometimes when I am troubled, I say the rosary like Abum taught me to. I continue to pay until I am at peace with the world again. That is very hard to achieve so you will likely find me praying in my free time, or writing.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
Dear me,
1st January Dear me, (PT1) You must think that I am stupid to be writing to you since you are myself after all. I am not stupid. I am just special but not in the common way that people have come to assume special means. Mrs Peterson said that I will feel better writing to myself in the second-person point of view for some reason. I do not know if she is right but I had promised and I do keep my promise, even if my people think otherwise.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL KIND OF PAIN
The Most Beautiful Kind of Pain Maybe if I cleared everything out of the room, he wouldn’t have anything to throw around this time. This thought went through my head as I watched my son, Arnold, move from one side of the room to the other while kicking his ball. He had just started walking some months ago and that day still topped as the happiest recent day of my life. At the age of one, when other kids were walking and he wasn’t, I had become very worried but he never disappointed me. He just needed more time. Every time I saw him take a step, I felt like my life turned meaningful again. He was the light in the darkness that my marriage to Emeka threw me into. Arnold was now a year and three months and like any toddler, he was always on the move. I put away the suspiciously wrapped brown box that was delivered to our apartment earlier today. It had Emeka’s name on it and I didn’t want it to be the first thing he saw. These days, whenever we got one of those strange packages usually wrapped in brown paper, he got extra angry and mean after opening it. I have no idea what was inside but I didn’t want it to be the first thing he did because it would be if I left it lying in plain sight.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Families
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT YOU CAN CALL ME FURY
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT CALL ME FURY (Drama) Open scene 1 Today is Saturday, July 21, 2006, the same date as the bride‘s birthday. The event is a wedding between Emma and Troy. The venue is the old family barn that has been in Troy’s family for generations. It also happens to be where Troy was born 28 years ago. The family used to be farmers that dealt mostly in bull breeding but over the years, they have become more involved with real estate business and other types of business ventures but they have kept the family barn. By the side of the barn, outside is a large pear tree that was planted by the great grandmother of the family. It is also decorated in preparation for the wedding reception. It is a large tree, by pear tree standard, almost taller than the barn. It is enough to provide shade for the 150 guests in attendance for the wedding.
By Nneka Anieze5 years ago in Fiction
Marco's Adventure
Marco Marco looked behind at the big old barn as the truck slowly rattled away from the farm. If it were possible, he reckoned he would have cried tears like a human but it wasn’t. He was a bull, not a fighting bull, though he could give a good fight if the situation called it. But bulls don’t cry. The good big balls were sold first after the owner of the farm Mr Summergail dropped dead almost two years ago after a most unfortunate encounter with a piece of chocolate cake. As he liked to be called, one thing could be said about Mr Gail, he would not be greatly missed by anyone, especially after the way he ran his farm and his household. But that was two years ago. His wife whom he hadn’t allowed much freedom had no idea what to do with a farm this size and he would like to think she did her best.
By Nneka Anieze5 years ago in Fiction
The True Crime Ripple Effect
True crime shit Have you watched a lot of true crime stories and finding out the kind of fellowship they Attracted from people all over the world, it is my opinion and believe that perpetrators of those crimes shouldn’t be given a platform for the twisted and sadistic nature to be admired and glamorized. I realize my writing does not follow the guidelines stipulated by the current competition but I still want to steal this opportunity to shed light on an opinion I have held for a long time about the recent popular Genre called true crime documentaries.
By Nneka Anieze5 years ago in Criminal
