CHAPTER ONE - THE STRUGGLES
At a time when things were considered to be rosy in a state called The Savannah, a state in a country, West Africa's, there lived a Man, Mr. Ademola Williams and His Wife, Mrs. Ademola Beatrice. They were the epitome of abject poverty. They were not as poor as a church rat, they were poorer than a church rat. They typically lived from hand to mouth and from their mouths straight to their anuses.
Mr. Ademola Williams wears tattered clothes all his life.. tattered clothes that always hang on his loose frame, like a deflated balloon stripped off of its vibrancy. His sunken eyes gleamed with a hint of desperation, a flicker of hope struggling to stay alight amidst the darkness. His weathered skin seemed to blend seamlessly with the dusty surroundings, as if he'd been forgotten by the world or even better still, forgotten by the world and left to wither away like a once-tended garden gone wild.
A scruffy beard framed his gaunt face, patchy and unkempt, like a failed attempt to conceal the sharp angles of his cheeks. His unkempt hair stuck out in every direction, a tangled mess that seemed to have a life of its own. He shuffled along, his worn-out shoes scraping against the ground with a soft crunch, his eyes fixed on the dirt path ahead as if willing himself forward.
Despite his disheveled appearance, a glimmer of resilience shone in his eyes, a testament to the unyielding human spirit. His calloused hands, red and raw from the elements, clutched a tattered satchel, its contents spilling out like a makeshift lifeline. He moved with a quiet determination, a man driven by necessity, yet still clinging to the frayed threads of dignity.
As for his wife, Mrs Ademola Beatrice, she can be likened to a tapestry woven from threads of resilience and hope. Her face is a topographic map of trials and tribulations, etched with the lines of a life lived on the margins. Yet, her eyes sparkle like stars in a midnight sky, radiating a warmth that belies the hardships she's endured.
Her hair is a wild tangle of black silk, a rebellious mane that refuses to be tamed, much like her spirit. It frames her face like a dark halo, accentuating the high cheekbones and the determined jawline that speaks of a woman who has faced down adversity and emerged scarred but unbroken.
Her skin is the color of burnished copper, a testament to the countless hours she's spent toiling in the scorching sun, her hands coaxing life from the unforgiving earth. Her hands are a topographer's dream, a cartography of calluses and scars that tell the story of a life spent laboring to make ends meet.
Mrs. Ademola Beatrice is a poem written in the language of struggle, a ballad of hope and defiance that echoes through the desolate landscape of poverty. She is a rose blooming in the cracked pavement of despair, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatens to consume her. Her name is a prayer, a benediction that whispers strength and courage to all who hear it.
Mr. Ademola Williams, the husband of Mrs. Ademola Beatrice, a man whose profession as an Engineer is etched on his very being. His mind is a precision-crafted machine, honed by years of problem-solving and critical thinking. His eyes, a piercing brown, sparkle with the intensity of a laser beam, cutting through complexity to reveal the underlying structure of things.
His hands, roughened by the grip of tools and the thrill of creation, tell the story of a craftsman who has brought forth order from chaos. The creases on his forehead are a topographic map of concentration, a testament to the countless hours he's spent designing, building, and innovating.
Though his current circumstances may have dimmed the luster of his professional pride, the essence of the Engineer remains. His gaze still holds the power to dissect and analyze, to diagnose and repair. His fingers still twitch with the urge to create, to bring forth something new and wondrous from the raw materials of life.
In Mr. Ademola Williams, the Engineer's spirit remains unbroken, a flame that flickers with determination, waiting for the day when it will blaze anew, illuminating the path to a brighter future.
However, The Ademolas accepted the fate of the present with a hope for a better future. They resorted to working as labourers at a construction site, at least to feed their always hungry stomach, even though the dividends would not even fill the biological tank of a six years old.
After two years of working at construction sites and doing other menial jobs, they both arrived at the realization of the fact that they could no longer live on meager wages and not even now that the wife is six months pregnant. A day came that they both had a tete-a-tete as to what they could do to get alleviated from this menace they found themselves. As it is usually done in Africa, they decided to visit a Diviner in one of the very remote villages. A day was fixed for the journey, to face the dire task ahead.
Table of contents
CHAPTER TWO - THE PROMISE OF A SAVIOUR Chapter
CHAPTER THREE - THE BIRTH OF THE ANGEL
CHAPTER 4 - FEELINGS OF INADEQUACY
CHAPTER SIX - THE RISE TO POWER
CHAPTER SEVEN - SEDUCTION BY REVENGE
CHAPTER EIGHT - TO SQUARE ZERO
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