ENDLESS TEARS
Endless Tears – Prologue
Genres: Billionaire, Deceit
Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage
Written by Adeola Nissi
In the village of Iguocha where people were known for
excessive beauty lived a certain beautiful girl called Amara.
Definitely not the fairest in the land, but obviously the most desired.
Her spotless skin was neither fair nor dark, glowing like glass in the
sun with a texture as smooth as silk. Her flawless skin was the envy
of all the other maidens in the land, even though she almost never
had money to buy body cream to enhance her skin. Her smile, bright
as the morning sun was enough to make every male specie desire the
sight of her, and her suitors, though she was still in school, did not
stop increasing.
Though from a very poor family, Amara had high dreams of
one day becoming a medical doctor in order to take her family out of
the state of poverty. She had watched on her neighbour‟s television
the way doctors dressed smartly in white apparels in the hospital and
had vowed to focus squarely on her studies in order to reach her aim.
Amara started school late but at nineteen, she was finally in her final
year in the secondary school. Amara had never lost the top position
in her class and now that resumption was here, Amara looked
forward to writing the very popular WAEC examination which was
feared by all and sundry. She had burnt candles during the long
vacation and now that resumption is finally here, Amara was full of
energy. Her dreams were looking up and if she put round pegs in
round holes, she hoped to meet up with the scholarship requirements
in order to eliminate the problems that may arise as a result of lack of
funds. Little did she know that her destiny was about to take a down
slide. Something unexpected happened; something happened, which
changed the course of her life forever…….
I closed the lid of my diary as warm tears glistened in my eyes.
I willed them to go away but as usual, they rolled unhindered down
my cheeks. I did not waste time brushing them away, knowing fully
well that it would be a futile effort. A warm hand touched my left
shoulder affectionately, bringing me back to my surroundings. The
cameras were already in place and five pair of eyes looked at me with
concerned expressions.
“Are you ready?” the director asked softly.
I shivered, nodded and turned to the camera. “Hello” I said as
the tape started rolling. “My name is Amara Peters, and this… is my
story”….
What will happen
