The Faithiella Writes

STILL STANDING, STILL RISING AND PREGNANT

Indeed, it feels like the perfect moment to declare this openly: I am pregnant with impact. There have been seasons when I felt invisible, despite doing everything "right." I presented myself, completed the tasks, created beautiful things, pushed myself in creative spaces, technology, media, education, community development, leadership, brand management, and art. And yet, it sometimes felt like my efforts vanished into thin air. I watched others receive recognition while I stood in the shadows, questioning whether my own light truly mattered. But somewhere between the sentimental criticism, disregarded efforts, and the heavy "almosts", I refused to give up. I began asking more profound questions: Who am I when the applause stops? What do I genuinely want my life and light to reflect about me? Why am I shrinking in spaces I was born to illuminate? Those questions hurt, but they also awakened me. I have been rebuilding from the inside out. Walking away from roles that drained me, choosing rest over endless hustle, and refusing to stay where my voice is only half-heard, I have invested in myself through courses, certifications and personal development, sharpening my skills and stretching my mind for practical goals. I have learned from mistakes that embarrassed and turned them into lessons that now empower.

I am choosing to illuminate my space with courage, creativity and conviction one stretch at a time. I am allowing my journey in diverse backgrounds to finally sit at the same table and tell one big, brave story.
If you have ever felt unseen, stagnant, silently discouraged, or have lost your voice and priorities, this space is yours. Here we will Write, Create, Reflect, One illuminating word at a time.

We jumped on this challenge on IG.
"Perfection is the game,but I chose distinct for a dice"


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LEAGUE OF WRITERS COMMUNITY.
A NIGHT WITH HIM
©Faithiella O, Agunloye

A NIGHT WITH HIM A NIGHT WITH HIM.

LEAGUE OF WRITERS COMMUNITY OF NIGERIA
Written by Faithiella O, Agunloye
©Faithiella™
SLAVES IN DAD'S HOME
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SLAVE IN DADS HOME SLAVE IN DADS HOME.

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Episode 2...

She remembered the panic, the flood of tears running out of her eyes.she remembered saying the "goodbye" word. Her heart beating in terror and before she knew it.she could see sam racing towards her,the glass cup plummeting to the ground,the tablets falling. What did sam do?. She remembered grace rushing in a moment after,and her being cuddled away.
Time flied anxiously.Maria was snapped out of the reverie by grace who stood wondering at what made her still for minutes. 'Im hungry,what can I eat'?questioned Maria looking at grace,this time grace gave a pitiful look at maria. Then making her way to the kitchen.she stood,puzzled at what Maria would appreciate at the moment.then again she thought of what was even available.The store seemed empty,the pots clean but some dishes in the sink. She opened the refrigerator,took out a cold thick substance kept in a bowl. 'Pap'! She exclaimed.'An easy to prepare porridge made from flour gotten from corn.
This time Maria was ravenous,she barely thanked grace as she consumed the hot pap which was beautified with milk.satisfied.she looked up from the floor where she sat,at grace who returned the look with her palm resting against her chin. Maria forgot the 'thank you' word but slowly,she let her cheek up for a smile. Grace was captivated by the beauty that accompanied it.'poor thing' she thought aloud. The smile fizzled away from Maria's face ushering her daily melancholic state. 'Oh Maria! Im sorry, its ok' grace said, getting up to hug her. Immediately,Maria remembered the last hug she had received from her mother. Getting up too.'I want to see the kids' she muttered. They both went into the kids room.pleased to see her kids. Betty got up from the floor where she sat looking at the sleeping boys.tapping them on the shoulders,they obediently woke up.rubbing their eyes.Till they sighted the two figures sitting before them.'Mom!' Sam exclaimed. Hugging Maria,while fred sat with eyes ready to unleash tears.she drew them closer,and they hugged...

Episode 1...

Bottoms up! ,ok its time to go, you should miss the kids by now, if not your home.
look at her: clinging to the bed, Maria shakes her head abruptly, replying in the negative. Grace points out the fact that Maria needs to go home to the kids after a week in rehab,for alleged su***de!. 'you are so pathetic'! grace spitted out. 'you think' Maria replied. 'dear, think about Sam, little fred, and poor Betty' grace said,holding Maria's hands.
few moments after,Maria grudgingly got up. 'promise you'll stay a while with me ' grabbing grace's wrists. 'of course I will, promise' grace assured.making their way out of the room. she's already cleared her friend. and Maria was now free to go.
entering grace's ride.
'you know, i was thinking,irrespective of what happens, accept the fact that. its one of the vicissitudes of life ' grace said, as she pulled the brake.

few moments later, the car pulled up in front of Maria's house. holding firmly to grace's wrist, as they silently walked in. Maria felt the sour ambience of the entire house. the door creaking slowly, the vase broken, the curtains faded, a pair of shoe lying suspiciously,and the pace of a frightened rat. Betty walked in with a teary look, staring at her mother who gestured for a hug, without much hesitation,she walked to maria,who held her up, wrapping her lean body in her arms. 'where are your brothers'? grace questioned softly while Betty pointed to a room adjacent the living room,demonstrating that they are fast asleep.
dropping Betty, Maria walks into her bedroom,as grace followed behind, she examined the entire room as if to know what had changed since she left it. she sat on the bed, satisfied but nervous. she caught a glimpse of ten coloured tablets,a photo of the children,and a broken tumbler.All scattered on the floor. she remembered the panic. the flood of tears flowing out of her eyes, she remembered starring at the photo in her hands, saying the 'goodbye'

Baby Momma.........

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