Jealous Gore And The Victim

Trauma

He was trying to soothe me with a song he used to sing when I was little because he knew I might start crying if I had to explain myself all over again.

"Good afternoon, sir. I'm fine. I'm sorry for disturbing you; the network wasn't great here. I was trying to reach out, but the calls kept failing," I replied regretfully.

"My baby, don’t worry. I understand. I called to check up on you and to see if you enjoyed your night in the new place," he said kindly.

"I'm fine, sir, but my night was filled with nightmares. I woke up scared; it was dreadful," I admitted.

"That's normal, dear. You were burdened with pain and stress. Anxiety and depression might be part of it. But don't overthink it; I will be with you soon, and everything will be alright. If you ever feel lonely and want to talk, please don’t hesitate to call me.

Make sure you eat, take care of yourself, and enjoy the moment. I saved some money in a cabinet on the second floor in the master bedroom; the door to that room has a pale golden colour. Long-press the door button to open it. Go inside, check the black cabinet, and you will find the keys in the chest of the drawer. Take any amount of money you need until I return. Have a great day

Stay strong as usual, and always remember I love you," he added cheerfully.

"Thank you, sir," I responded warmly.

He ended the call with a simple, "Bye."

I felt like crying, but I managed to control my emotions. My food was almost ready, and I was seriously hungry, but I needed to focus on giving my cooking skills a test.

I prepared Jollof rice with an enticing aroma, perfectly reddish-orange from the tomato paste and scotch bonnet, which gave it a charming appearance.

The taste was delicious, enhanced with dried catfish flavour and fragrant crayfish, using the best seasoning. The salt was just right, and the blend of pepper and saffron was perfectly balanced. I served the meal with a soft, chilled glass of orange juice.

As the policemen applied Romans 8:19-22 in their codes, they anxiously awaited the opportunity to taste the mouthwatering food, eager for a drink to accompany it."

I served the second plate as hot with chilled water and some orange juice. They all loosed their belts, unbuttoned their uniforms, balanced in comfort, and condom swallowed the jollof rice, and it was a mumble: "Wow, you are the best cook of the year." He smirked. I got into blushing, losing my smile to laughter "Thank you. Enjoy your meal." I grinned and walked back to my room.

All in the same star, the need sometimes is just a kind word to light up a heart. This should be a form of charity to keep the heart at peace and ease. In this world, we should normalize saying good, sweet, kindest words and tossing good gestures towards people to light up every moment, however. Good communication skills, good character and a good way of connecting positively with others; good perceptions and influences should be an ethical norm that must be practised.

Most of the conflicts in the universe come from the indifferences in the seeking of values, which is supposed to be a giving and taking process, beyond selfishness and greed, which lost it all ambitiously by refusing to reciprocate the same energy to the world.

Most times, motivation is all we need to exist, and society should normalize some type of positivity in everything, including communication and comprehension in the social lifestyle. Life should illuminate that part of heaven in a peaceful and positive synergy to make the world a better place.

So many things destroyed my mindset and made me feel like I was sort of a curse to the Universe. Such was the armour that hounded me deeper, and my combat skills died.

I put in my best every day trying to achieve good credit, but my family always made me feel like a waste of time; it seemed like I was wrong about it all the time,, and insult was the only credit.

Sometimes, most killers are all around us, and they have no guns or jackknifes, but their attitudes and tongues are more than a suicide bomb. They cook the sweetest poisons for us every day, and we enjoy eating the meals with no choice while they slowly bury us.

Sometimes, the best place to enjoy this life is outside the cycle we were made of, to free ourselves from recycling the same garbage of particular norms.

Within 48 hours, I was able to think positively of myself from a few recommendations and credits. Thus, it would be better for me if I created a new environment for myself full of positive energy and enthusiasm.

These new processes would do good for me and my adulthood, and I would love my adulthood to be more positive in leadership, positive changes, coordinating attitudes, controlling myself and affairs,, however I want it, and no more going back to old places only for memorial visits and reinforcement.

It is time for me to gain the freedom I ever wanted; I want to achieve the best part of life by offering myself responsibilities that matter in shaping my existence.

I'm not going back into the surges, the dark hole, a traumatic dent with awful experience. It is time for me to heal and receive therapy with good vibes and cooperative analogies at the apex of hope and prosperity. Creating a system that is for me, where no one can take that from me anymore.

But I can only achieve these with people and good ones, and I have gotten my Dad as the number one, but is he enough for me to ride through these lines to achieve these dreams?

I need good friends, companies, and good team members, and I have to search for them to achieve my dreams.

I was eating my lunch while I talked to myself, I found myself, and I found a purpose to live. The suicidal thoughts apparition disappeared, and I began rearranging my life, patterning some processes, strategizing progress, organizing new schedules, making plans, thinking deeper and analyzing things that would suffice me positively.

Dad called back before bed to check up and told me not to worry about going to school because he would be around soon, so I should wait for his coming.

I was watching a movie before bed, and it was a love story movie, and the main character in the movie lightly toils the subject of love to a lady he crushed on "Hello, you look so beautiful, and I can't help myself but tell you."

And boom! I got it. "That was similar to what the young man said to me in the morning. I guess he stole the line from this movie, and he decided to use it on me. Kudos to him though."

Talking to myself all the time was the only thing I enjoyed most, but I hope I'm normal and not mad.

I jumped up from the bed at the dead hour of the eve while I was lost in the movie and I remembered the policemen for dinner. I stepped up to the kitchen to microwave the remaining food I had cooked for lunch; on time, the food was ready, and I served the Policemen before returning to my movie. I took some juice from the fridge with some snacks and enjoyed myself as I watched the completion of the movie.

As I was done, I went on to shower and returned to my prayer mat and prayed before bed, and it was a peaceful night's rest. No nightmare and I woke up early in the morning at the bell ringing and observed my morning pra, ye rs, then returned back to sleep.

By 9:00AM, I was hungrily awakened by the Policemen chatting voices as they both laughed louder. I went out through the balcony and said my greetings to them, and they replied in cheers harmoniously.

I raised my head up towards the street outside and saw the same young man at my gate in the last event, juggling in sweat haste and heading up to the same House I saw him entering the last time. He caught me on his gaze and waved at me and I waved back.

He is a cute young man with tall, dark chocolate paled skin; he has an Afro on his head and swaggers in nice steps. I liked him, and I feel he is going to be a nice guy I wouldn't mind having him as a friend for the first time.

"Hello, please what would you love to eat for breakfast?" I asked the policemen.

One of them replied "Anything please... And thank you for the meal you served yesterday.' The other one jokingly added, "For your sweet meal, I wouldn't mind having me at your service for a very long time. Thank you for the meal, it was a delicacy."

"It's my pleasure. Thank you too." Cheerfully.

Before started cooking, I dipped into a great ignorance of what to eat and what to prepare for the Policemen. And I was sort of lazy this morning but can't help it than to prepare something for breakfast; I can't keep us hungry.

I resumed my patronizing humour in my best tone as I pouted, "Please, your attention, would you like bread and an omelette with a coffee? I'm actually confused about what to offer you guys for breakfast...

I got some yam, potatoes, and plantains; I got some noodles and pasta; I got some snacks like biscuits, gravy, ice cream, yoghurt, all types of milk and Juices.

I got rice, beans, wheat, pando yam, semovita, semolina, and Cassava flakes.

Just like a lot of proteins like cow beef, Goat meat, Lamb, Chicken breast, chicken wings, chicken thigh, all kinds of fish and other seafood in the freezer.

Please help me in choosing what to prepare; my head is full."

"What is an omelette?" Curiously asked by one of the policemen they both stared up at the balcony towards me with no clue.

"Oh... Bread and fried egg." I responded

One of them, "Oops.. you need to come easy out of your library... Is been quite away from learning the English language." He Jestly said and we all laughed.

"Indeed, I can see you live in a great luxury apartment, and your dad is updated. He kept all that for you, mounted solar energy in the whole House and there is always light in this beautiful House. I would like to take a look at the inside of this beautiful place." The other cut him off. "If you have soup in the house, I will love to swallow like Eba to keep the belly filled for a while."

I responded "I don't have soup, but I will prepare it later. For now, I will offer you the bread and omelette, tea, milk and honey for breakfast, and later on, I will prepare Eba for lunch. But what soup do y'all think I should prepare?"

"Any soup." They responded

"I can't prepare any soup, so which soup would do? (Egusi, Okra, Vegetable, Ewedu, Afang, White soups, Kuka, Taushe, Gbegiri, Bean, Bitter leaf, Banga, Oha or....?), Please mention." I asked in my cheerful best manners.

They both chose Egusi, and one of them hummed, "Hmm, like you are a chef in the profession? See how you mentioned the soups I haven't heard of before." Jokingly I smirked and left to the kitchen. I prepared omelette, tea, bread and milk with honey and I served them. "God bless you, let the heaven grant you peace. We appreciate your kindness. Thank you." One of the policemen blessed me, and I felt a light in my heart with relief.

"Thank you, and bless you too." In my cheerful response

"Certainly, you are the good woman with the kindest treatment. May Allah grant you peace and someone who's going to be of peace to you... Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Thank you, sir, God bless you too." With a pleasing cheer, I walked back inside in thrills.