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After the church service was over I walked over to the Catholic father to greet him and inform him of my arrival back in the country . He inquired how things went by over the span of my 6 years absence and also informed me of a middle aged man who always came to ask for information about me . He further explained that the man had just been released from the jail where he normally went to preach and had come to see him for shelter . He explained how miserable the man looked like one guilty of a crime which can not be forgiven . He said he spoke to the man and inquired the source of his misery and the explained to him in every detail from how he left his family to how he met Josy and again met the man whose daughter he had mistakenly killed .. He was able to get into contact with Josy with my help but now all he wants is to find his only family left. The reason he is still alive ,the reason he choose to change ,the reason he stopped doing drugs ,his daughter his everything. He c
Beneath The Scars Chapter 30
I walked into the cafe and scanned the area to find Josy and my dad. I was nervous about this meeting yesterday but after a phone call from Henry encouraging me I gathered courage . I spotted the two sitting at the far end with an extra chair placed near their table . With heavy steps I walked towards the table and took in the appearance of the man before me . He had similar hair and eye color like mine . He had prominent cheekbones and a long chin. He had dark circles beneath his eyes like he had not slept in days . He looked like a well built man despite his age . There were a few grey hairs round his temple .Indeed he looked miserable just like father Augustine said . I walked up to them and took a seat near them as I noticed my father looking at me strangely . What was I thinking? I thought . He had not seen me for close to 18 years and I expect him to talk friendly . I'm Riley Essah . I introduced myself . "Are you my daughter my baby girl who use to crawl with mischief and give
Beneath The Scars Chapter 31
Some memories are hard to let go of like to one that keeps repeating in my head , memories of when my two most precious jewels were given life . I quite remember , I stood at the balcony of our home watching the stars in the mid night sky . Sleep was far from me with the thoughts on my mind . I wondered if I would be a good mother . If I would be able to give the love my twins needed to them. I was scared . Scared that I won't be what they needed . Being in my last week of pregnancy I had become an emotional wreck. I placed my hand on my bloated tummy feeling some contractions. I felt a hand on my shoulders and I turned and melted in his embrace . Henry had always being there for me even at times I feared I won't be a good mother . He was my strength so far . Throughout these nine months he had tolerated my mood swings without a single complaint . Even at night time when I craved strange things he found ways and means to get it for me. He even stocked the freezer with lots of strawb
Beneath The Scars Epilogue
I remember their first steps , theirs first words their elementary school days , middle school , junior high school , senior high school , college and now . I remember their sixteenth birthday gift , the letter I wrote . I really hope they understood every word written and I hope they always remember it like I do cause it would send them far in life . I remember writing "Life isn’t fair. Sweet girls, I love you so, but life sure does have curve balls. Just remember momma said there’d be days like this. If I could keep you little forever, I’d bottle you up and hold your heart so that nobody could hurt it. If I teach you anything, I want you to learn how to have mental toughness and grit. Overwhelming feelings may come, but know that they will also leave. And I’m here for you every step of the way. People aren’t always going to like you. Oh, if I had a penny for every time I heard this… I’d be a wealthy woman! To tell you the truth, girls, I’ve always struggled with this. Until I
Beneath The Scars Moral lesson
Moral lessonA scar tells your story of how you survived . Never be ashamed of a scar. It means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.Each scar I’ve gained has been a badge of survival. It tells me that I was strong enough to beat something. It shows me the strength my body has to overcome whatever is thrown at it. Everyday I look back at my scars and I think about the stories behind them .They’re a sign of survival.The moral lesson for the story is to never give up . Sure there might be ups and downs but let's not forget that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.Thank you So, we have come to the end of yet another book and I just wanted to say a big thank you . I got to a point I wanted to give up writing but some of you came in my message board asking for more update to those of you that are writers you know how much of a push that is , so , thank you so your support.
Beneath The Scars Sneak peek
Upcoming bookBEST FRIENDS WISHDedication: Dedicated to that Richmond in my life that I did the same thing Anabell did .I'm sorry I realized too late what you were to me and by then you were gone. RenieDarling_14. Prologue The old lady looked feeble. The minute our subway train started, she was going to keel over. Then she'd be a sick passenger, and the train would stop while we waited for an ambulance, and I'd be late for school. Plus she looked terrified . I gave her my seat. I helped her into it. " Thank you, dear. You have done me a good turn." Her tone was like music to the ears ,so round, sweet and juicy like an anchorwoman's. " And you know what they say about a good turn ." " That's okay." I said . Was she gonna tip me ? I thought " I don't want anything." I added. " Yes, you do Anabe
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EmilyLife can sometimes hit you real bad. To think that you will wake up everyday and see that beautiful face . That face that means the world to you . To come back from work and be greeted by that person . I had just closed from school and I decided to go to the nearby food stand I saw ,since I can't live with an empty stomach I'll probably die . I sat under the tree at the corner , put out my notepad and began doing my homework . I love nature and everything but I go by one rule you hate me, I hate you .Sitting under the tree listening to the whistling sound of the air passing through the leaves I felt a chilly breeze along my skin . The Rusty looking leaves creating melodious tunes as they begin to sway . The blue sky loosing sight of its cloud as the sun gradually begins to move descending lower and lower until it disappears . My lunch was then placed in front of me .I shut my notepad as I picked my fork and dipped it into my fries and chicken. " Oh God! , the food is so good
Beneath The Scars About the author
I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with mental health . I wanted them to know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's why I used this song "God on the mountain"Life is easy, when you're up on the mountainAnd you've got peace of mind, like you've never knownBut when things change and you're down in the valleyDon't
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