MY LANDLORD CAME FOR RENT… AND ENDED UP INSIDE ME 🔥💦🍆❤️💦
Episode 13
The following morning, the compound felt different. Eyes followed me like shadows, whispers trailed behind me like smoke. Some women greeted me with pity, others with open scorn. Even the children sang a song Mama Esther had clearly taught them:
“Landlord’s wife that is not wife… landlord’s wife that is not wife…”
Shame coiled around my chest, but I walked with my head high. I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.
By afternoon, Mama Esther struck again. She stormed into my corridor with three other women, banging on my door like thunder.
“Amara, come out!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the compound. “If you are bold enough to share your body with landlord, be bold enough to face us!”
I opened the door slowly, my landlord standing behind me, his hand firm on my shoulder. The women hissed, their eyes scanning me like a thief caught in the market square.
Mama Esther raised her hands dramatically. “People of this compound, what example are we teaching? Tomorrow our daughters will open their legs for any man with money, and they will say, ‘Didn’t Amara do it too?’ We cannot allow such pollution in our midst!”
The women clapped and murmured in agreement. I felt my heart sink, but then my landlord stepped forward. His voice was calm but sharp like a blade.
“Mama Esther, you talk of pollution, yet you hide your own filth. Should I open your closet for everyone to see what you do when your husband travels? Or should I keep silent out of respect for your children?”
Her face froze. A flicker of panic danced in her eyes. The other women gasped and turned to her.
“Lies!” she screamed, clutching her wrapper tighter. “He is lying to protect this shameless woman!”
But the tremor in her voice betrayed her. The crowd had noticed. Whispers spread quickly. For the first time, I saw fear in Mama Esther’s eyes.
Still, as the women dispersed with uncertainty, she leaned close to me and hissed through clenched teeth:
“You think you’ve won? Amara, I will destroy you. Even if it means burning this compound to the ground.”
That night, I could not sleep. Every creak of the gate, every rustle in the wind made me shiver. My landlord tried to soothe me, whispering promises of protection, but in my chest, a storm raged.
For I knew — Mama Esther was a wounded lioness now, and a wounded lioness was the most dangerous of all.
To be continued…
LESSON:
When gossip fails, envy sharpens its claws. Sometimes, people fight you not because you are wrong, but because your truth exposes their own secrets.
QUESTION:
If you were Amara, would you leave the compound to find peace 😔… or stay boldly and fight beside your landlord 💪🔥?
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Episode 13
The following morning, the compound felt different. Eyes followed me like shadows, whispers trailed behind me like smoke. Some women greeted me with pity, others with open scorn. Even the children sang a song Mama Esther had clearly taught them:
“Landlord’s wife that is not wife… landlord’s wife that is not wife…”
Shame coiled around my chest, but I walked with my head high. I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.
By afternoon, Mama Esther struck again. She stormed into my corridor with three other women, banging on my door like thunder.
“Amara, come out!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the compound. “If you are bold enough to share your body with landlord, be bold enough to face us!”
I opened the door slowly, my landlord standing behind me, his hand firm on my shoulder. The women hissed, their eyes scanning me like a thief caught in the market square.
Mama Esther raised her hands dramatically. “People of this compound, what example are we teaching? Tomorrow our daughters will open their legs for any man with money, and they will say, ‘Didn’t Amara do it too?’ We cannot allow such pollution in our midst!”
The women clapped and murmured in agreement. I felt my heart sink, but then my landlord stepped forward. His voice was calm but sharp like a blade.
“Mama Esther, you talk of pollution, yet you hide your own filth. Should I open your closet for everyone to see what you do when your husband travels? Or should I keep silent out of respect for your children?”
Her face froze. A flicker of panic danced in her eyes. The other women gasped and turned to her.
“Lies!” she screamed, clutching her wrapper tighter. “He is lying to protect this shameless woman!”
But the tremor in her voice betrayed her. The crowd had noticed. Whispers spread quickly. For the first time, I saw fear in Mama Esther’s eyes.
Still, as the women dispersed with uncertainty, she leaned close to me and hissed through clenched teeth:
“You think you’ve won? Amara, I will destroy you. Even if it means burning this compound to the ground.”
That night, I could not sleep. Every creak of the gate, every rustle in the wind made me shiver. My landlord tried to soothe me, whispering promises of protection, but in my chest, a storm raged.
For I knew — Mama Esther was a wounded lioness now, and a wounded lioness was the most dangerous of all.
To be continued…
LESSON:
When gossip fails, envy sharpens its claws. Sometimes, people fight you not because you are wrong, but because your truth exposes their own secrets.
QUESTION:
If you were Amara, would you leave the compound to find peace 😔… or stay boldly and fight beside your landlord 💪🔥?
✍️ I am Vicky's Stories — the pen that blèèds pain but writes healing. #StoriesThatInspire #stories #booklovers #trend #highlightseveryone #viralvideoシ #viralreelschallenge #vibes #video #fypシ #greatful #sunday #booknow #bookcelebritycruises #highlightsシ゚ #highlights #reading #reelsviralシ #reelsfypシ
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