Jeiel was a jovial little girl growing up, until things change and she ends up doing the unusual to survive and restore her innocence and seek justice
Chapter 1 Home Not House
"She took her last breath and I watched her, tears rolling down my cheeks. Not tears of pain but of joy, relieve and fulfillment. That was my mother, my own mother." Said Jeiel. "My mother had just kicked the curb and I was happy."
You must be wondering why a 15 year old child would rejoice at the demise of her own born mother. Well, this is my story.
My parents got married in their teens, which is typical in the olden African setting. My mom said she loved my dad and they would usually sneak out at night, under the bright moonlight and take walks down the paths of their village. "These were sweet memories" she would say while blushing and that made me usually wonder what my life would be like with a soulmate. I wanted to be just like my parents. Mom said these didn't last because she got pregnant with me and had marry my father, which she loved but felt it was too early. My dad worked very hard so he could provide his little family with all they would need. So I cannot say we were poor because we had 3 square meals and went to a Private school in Port harcourt Nigeria. When I was 4year old, I begged my parents to give me a sibling and they in fact listened and I got my very own baby. Those were the good times. Daddy went to work early every morning, making sure to provide for us. He dropped me off at school and made sure to pick me up after school closed. We came home to eat the delicious meals mommy usually cooks, She was an amazing cook and I could say it was a home at my house. On my birthdays or my sisters's, daddy would treat my classmates with snacks and juice and then take the family to the park and I must say, life was good. I had all I could ever want and need, and though mummy seemed happy With us, her smiled fooled all of us.
I started noticing her other side when my sister turned 2. I was 6 and my mom forced my dad to open her a small business and my dad did, provided she would not forget About her duties as a wife and a mother. Mom of course agreed and that is when the entire drama began.