Ella's blog

"You're getting too fat." "Your stomach wasn't like this last year." "Why are you so slim?" Hey hey hey. Are you done? Yeah, you wanna talk to people about their shape or size but can you be more polite? What harm will it cause you to be polite? Besides, it's their body and they decide on what to do with it. It's left to you to give them an advice or two on how to keep fit than to mock them about how they look. Y'all talking about their clothes, get em new ones. Y'all talking about their shoes, get em new ones. Stop making people feel bad about how they look. Instead encourage them and guide them than making mockery of them. Ella ❤💞

 It was our wedding night. The day was very exciting for me. I had said my vows to be with my husband forever. In sickness or in health. Even though my family wasn't in support of our marriage, they wanted me to be happy. I was happy with Dele.   We had arrived from the reception. The hotel was so beautiful and they treated us with decency. My husband, gave me reassuring smiles. He always kissed my palm at every opportunity.  We had gotten to our room.  "This place is magnificent, Dele." I whispered as soon we were alone. He hugged me from behind, his arms caressing mine.  "Yes baby. For us both." He said and kissed my neck."  It tickled and I chuckled, moving away a bit. His hand went to my dress and unzipped. The dress formed a pool at my feet and I stepped out. I was nervous as he turned me around to look at him. I had never done this before but his calm state gave me hope.  Soon we were both naked and he made me ready by pleasuring my inner se...

  Happy International Women's Day. As we celebrate Women all over the world, I celebrate with those I'm in contact with. I hope you keep being the strong you. The joyful you. Keep being you. You're always loved.  The beautiful one. The lovely one. May no scar stop you. May no one shame you. May no incident mar you. May no one hurt you. I love you all. #internationalwomensday2021 #emmanuellaajaegbu ❤❤❤

 "Do you love me J?" He asked. He always loved calling her J even when he knew her name was Ijeoma.  "Yes, D. I love you." She always called him D too. She felt weird. She had a bad feeling. Something was definitely wrong. "I love you too J. I really do love you." He said and hugged her, like it would be...the last.  "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, J. I didn't mean to do anything I did." He said.  "I...I don't understand, D. What are you saying?" Ijeoma asked.  "J. I really love you."  "Tell me what happened na." She replied, worry written all over her face.  "I...I slept with Sister Joan." He muttered.  "Jesus!" Ijeoma shouted and Daniel wasted no time in covering her mouth. She slapped his hands away.  Sister Joan was the young Reverend sister in the church then. Very beautiful, agile and loving. But she left the church without notice.  "Why would you do tha...

 At this age, waist pain?  "What have you been doing Njideka? What have you been doing?" Mama asked me continuously.  I didn't understand what she was saying. The waist pains had started a few months ago but I ignored them. They had gotten worse over time.  "Mommy I swear, I've done nothing. Please believe me." I begged.  "Oya remove your cloth and lie down. Now!" She said and left me standing there.  Remove my clothes? Why? I did as she had told me. She came back with an egg and I raised an eyebrow.  "Oya open your leg. This child, you will not disgrace me. The next thing she did was unbelievable.  She placed the egg in between my thighs to know if I had been deflowered.  #fiction

 The Girl You Once Knew She was beauty it's self.  She was everything you could ask for.  She was happiness, she was love She was pain but she understood.  She stood by you.  She stayed with you. She loved you and cared for you.  She was the girl you knew.  The girl you had fallen for.  What happened now?  Where did all the laughter and happiness go?  Where did all the joy you shared go to?  She isn't your happiness anymore.  Of course she didn't make you happy.  You only wanted something else. Your words were all she needed.  All she wanted was you.  But then, you did the unthinkable.  How do you feel now?  Happy?  But you don't know her anymore.  One day you'll realize, She was the girl you were once happy with.  The girl you once fell in love with.  The girl you cherished.  The girl you once knew.  ©Emmanuella Ajaegbu 2021

 Hey guys. It's another day and...Valentine's day is so so close. How are you going to express love on that day?  Spending money?  Hugging?  Laughing?  Okay...okay... There are many ways to express love that a boyfriend girlfriend thing. So, how can you express love? 🤷🏽

 Roses are Red Violets are Blue Love isn't a joke For playboys like you.  Roses are white Violets are purple?  Love isn't football For girls like you.  Roses are Red. Violets are Blue. Don't love for money But love for love.  #Emmanuella Ajaegbu

The Thing Around You: A short story by Emmanuella Ajaegbu  Adanna sat in the waiting room. She wondered what the doctor would tell her. Would her husband die? Would he survive?  She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a blue blouse. She had hurriedly worn those and had called for neighbors to help her carry her husband into the car.  She looked around the hospital. She hated hospitals. She never did like them. With the awful smell of the hospital and the cries of patients and babies. She hated it all.  She tapped her lap quietly but patiently. She wondered what would have triggered this sickness. Her husband was an agile man in his early thirties.  Dumebi was the love of her life and they hardly had anything to quarrel about, well except recently. Since Dumebi's mother came into the house with that village girl, Ugomma. Definitely, peace left the house.  She heard a door open and she stood up and shook her legs. The doctor was dressed in white overalls. Tha...

 It was nightfall. I felt a grip on my neck. Then a soft whisper. It was him.  "Shh." Anthony said.  "No, please. Not again." I whimpered. Mom and Dad weren't around and now he had an opportunity.  "Please why can't you understand you're my brother?" I cried.  Anthony had been very fond of me ever since I was a little girl. But then my brother was taking advantage of me, sexually.  I had had enough. I was tired. I never told our parents about it. I was determined to stop this.  "Let me go, Anthony. Please."  "I love you so much, Anita. So so much. I wish you were never my sister." He said and kissed my cheek. I grabbed a pen from my lamp stand and struggled with him.  "You've always been mine, Anita. You're mine." He said.  "Not anymore!" I screamed and struck.  The pen got to his eye.  "Argh." He screamed and staggered.  I stood, grabbed my car keys and ran. I needed the police.  "...

 It is a different issue in this. To be sincere it needs to be stopped. If someone is fat or slim, it's their business and not yours to bear. You should learn to keep quiet than hurt others with your talks. That's best.  #stopbodyshaming  🥺🥺🥺

Hey y'all. It's a new month. I wish everyone the best of this year.  Happy New Month.