DERIN_DAWODU

Ireolamide is the lowliest and average person you would ever meet, but, like everyone else, she has expectations, wishes and dreams, only that her lower-class status is a huge barrier to it. She tries to forget about her limitations because her passion keeps her going despite her emotional imbalance.
          Stuck in a school with rich and posh kids, she has to bear their taunts because she’s the only low-class personality among them. With a smeared past that’s prevents her from having a comfortable life how will she bring herself out of the slums she grew up in into the classic life she wishes or herself and her mother?
All she is facing is attributed to her father and the horrible things he did to her when she was younger. Years after their separation he appears at a dance competition she participated in on sponsorship, he now pursues a relationship with her, a relationship they never had and so never lost, will she give in to his tactics or will she forgive him and move on with the new life he wishes to give to her? Past experiences cannot be easily forgotten, the scars and dents she has sustained have not been wiped off, as Ireolamide’s father tries to establish a bond will she reveal all the bad things she went through for him to know just how bad his actions affected her and will she allow him to undo the multiple wrongs he did to her that caused her a traumatic childhood?

Ireolamide

On cue, the two men turned to our direction and pointed at us, then another voice asked.


"They refused to sleep boss," the conductor responded and narrowed his eyes at us. "The powder worked on all but them."


I looked around and all I could see was dense foliage…trees on all sides and nothing else. There was no sight of civilization. The man with the matchet advanced toward us and the matchet kissed the floor this time as he moved with the blood trailing behind him and the ear-splitting noise made as it moved on the concrete floor. He had a smile on and through the faint light provided, I could see blood on his teeth. Does he drink the blood of his victims? "Striker…" the conductor called and the matchet man halted then turned his head anti-clockwise a bit to listen to him, "let us check with baba first…if he has completed the rituals with the people we brought here initially."


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