Hi Storylovers,

Your favorite playwright is here again with yet another intriguing piece, only that this time, it is a true life account of a dear sister who felt she could effect change through communicating her mistakes to the youths so they could learn from it. In her words,

Grace differs according to individuals but blemishes remain same hurtful reminders of the past.

Youths of today are faced with a lot of pressure to venture into vainful adventures without thinking the consequence. Our common one mistake could alter another's destiny, affect another negatively or change the course of an action. The question is, how can we right such wrongs we've effected? Thank God for raging conscience which stands as a self-judge for every evil deeds one does. Some are lucky to be redeemed, others are simply not so lucky. Who knows where we fall in the matters of Grace??

I hope we learn one or two things from this true life account which i wrote some months back on www.aderonkemi.blogspot.com.ng. Help others to learn by sharing like i just did....

Enjoy!!!

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BLEMISH
Whenever I think how far I've come, I can't help but thank God. Here I am, educationally fulfilled, financially stable, socially known and tastefully beautiful. I'm not exaggerating... I am really a self made woman. I work in one of the best companies in Abuja, drive the latest rides, live in an artisticular furnished apartment and getting married to a lovely man in a few months time. What more can a person this fulfilled be asking for?? But like we know, humans need is insatiable. I want just one thing which is to be able to "redo my past".

 It is true that the past can't make us but the future also can't heal such blemishes left from the past. 

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A beggar girl particularly reminds me of my ugly past. I usually see her from my window on the 4th floor of my office building. Nothing particularly astounds me about this girl but the fact that she looks so much like me! Yeah! This particular way she is ducking her lips was the way i acted around that age. I can remember clearly..My mum can even attest to that. She is my doppleganger! I would have called this impossible but it might be possible that she's mine.

She should be about 8years old and calculating from the time I made that mistake, i should be accurate! It was during those primitive days in which i was filled with so many pressures arising from a desire to belong and a yearning to receive such a pseudo present, only to do away with my authentic realisation. You must be wondering how is it I doubt if a beggar girl is mine or not. Ofcourse i would tell...

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Growing up, we make so many mistakes. Youthful exuberance always pushes us to try even the most dangerous of adventures. There is a void always seeking to be filled with knowledge thereby invoking unhealthy curiosities which was what pushed me to taking the wrong step. It happened while I was processing admission into college. I had a boyfriend then who always tries to convince me how sex creates an inseverable bond and one of such days, I gave in to him. I guess I wasn't so lucky as I got pregnant just after my virginity was taken.

I hid it from my parents for two months and I was lucky because school resumed just when it was trying to become obvious. I got into a two-man room in school. I wished my parents could allow me stay by myself. To them, it would make me wayward. If only they knew.... Months progressed after months and i kept getting heavier. I wear bogus clothes to cover my ever growing tummy, even if that wouldnt stop the gossips and controversy my rotund tummy generated.

To cover my secrets, I refused to make friends and hardly attend lectures but I read like there's no tomorrow to make up for it. It finally clocked 9months and I was taking a stroll one night when I felt the urge to defecate. I have read a lot about pregnancy to know its the baby coming as my water broke some few hours ago. I entered an enclosed place in the field I was and gave birth. I fought the temptation to take a peek at my child before I would be tempted to take it home. I hurriedly wrapped it in a newspaper I saw nearby so mosquito won't eat it, left it there and ran away.

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I cried for months and even years weeping for the innocent baby I brought to the world and couldn't take care of. I'm the most horrible mother in the world. Do I even deserve to be called a mother?? NO! I was glued to the television for a month after the delivery to at least hear the news about an abandoned baby but none came! I thought it must have died. I didn't even know what gender it was. All this happened 8years ago! Now this beggar girl kept playing with other beggar children outside my workplace invoking my curiosity and reminding me of the gruesome things I had done. Could this have been fate??

Each time I try to engage her in a conversation she would run away. She would sometimes call me "Aunty", make a face at me and then speed off like one playing little pranks with me. I wouldnt get angry with her because i like this beggar girl so much. I asked otger beggars for her name which turned out to be Aishat. Such a cute name! What amuses me most is, she doesnt accept money or gifts from me no matter how much but accept from others.

My chance came on this particular day when an okada rider hit one of the beggar children. It happened to be my lookalike. No one tried to take her to the hospital even the adult beggars on the street. I sprinted from my office to the street and hailed a taxi to take us to the hospital. After making sure she was admitted, I went back to the other beggars to inquire about her parents. What they said almost made me crumble. They claimed to pick her as a newborn on the road and raised her as their own. That's all I needed to hear!! I sprinted to the hospital and asked the doctor to conduct a DNA test to confirm my suspicions.....and when the results came out....................
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She is MINE!!!

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My blemish almost left a ugly scar but it turned out to be the beautification for its spot!
God kept my baby alive to give me a second chance at being a good mother and redeeming my once ugly blemish...... Not everyone has this grace so we should all watch what we do henceforth...

NB: There are little modifications to the real life story here and the pictures isnt in any way a true depiction of the main occurence. All names and pictures are fictitious too......

Thanks for reading through to the end. Hope i was able to influence you positively in the little way i can.

Wish y'all a Happy Valentine in advance 💕💕💕💕💕