Nkoli

In November 2018 somebody told me to write a book recounting my amazing life experiences, and how I had overcome and become or so he thought if only he knew he would end up becoming a gun. If only they knew that demons never run I mean the devil walked into the presence of God, but that's beside the point. Lying naked on her bed in a room as cold as her body may lifelessly be she Screams. I can't do this anymore, hot tears streaming down her checks but what exactly is this .What can't Nkoli do anymore, Has Nkoli even done anything before? .Confused, suicidal and scared she lays on the bed speaking life to others whilst preparing for her death. Bon voyage, adios earth, hello sleep, welcome death. How did Nkoli get here? Is she possessed? 'I can't do this anymore inside the head of a confused suicidal' I was born naked I might as well die same, premeditated suicide? With a smile on her face and pep in her step she prances to the closet to pick up her last ever outfit. A white pant trouser paired with a black brallete. Red lips soon to be kissed by death Nkoli was determined to look hot even in death. Sexy judge Judy or birthday suit Playboy model? Last person she saw was kelechi, last chat was Tunde. She had so much potential, she had so much flair but sometimes the weight of your destiny may just hasten death. Nkoli, how did we get here? With gorgeous eyes and shiny dark skin Nkoli was a beautiful slender lady with curves in all the right places she had always being brilliant but life had been hard. Nkoli had been continuously molested from her earliest memories. Emotional molestation that is. At least to the glory of God she wasn't sexually abused until after her sixteenth birthday. The memories still in her head Nkoli recalls vividly how he sucked on her breasts and kissed her lips proclaiming his love for her as he corrupted her innocence. Her clitoris was next as his fingers slid into her pink cotton panties under her long Ankara dress. The amazing part of this experience was that she had never felt so much pleasure simultaneous with bad breath. To think he was a trusted family friend and brother in the lord as he spread her legs on the long three setter black leather chair. He was the first guy to see her as a woman and not the broken little girl Nkoli believed herself to be. Make out, foreplay repeat what went on behind closed doors remained sealed until those words slip from his lips after a painfully long kiss "don't tell anyone' he said not even your human conscience. Ooh ooh shits about to get real. After the nights fun fare human conscience 'SOS' Nkoli texted, but she was reluctant for she loved the thrill and attention of this affair. Any ways confessions, confrontations and six months later Nkoli would find out that she was just the easiest target of said affair since her more sensible and beautiful sisters slapped him with rejections. Nkoli was once again bottom of the food chain, victim of her sister's reject. How could she believe that she was ever special enough to have been his first and only choice in a family of 8 gorgeous girls? Anyhow sha she didn't believe in regrets remember it all started out as negotiations to attend an event a kiss in exchange for her commitment to sing at an event. Because according to him her voice was blessed and could save people from hell. One person, one encounter, one experience and Nkoli gave up a part of herself. The part that believed she could sing, the one thing her sisters in all their beauty couldn't do or so she thought.