Look within

April four, 1954 marked the beginning of my journey on earth.

The second child from my father’s third wife, thus my birth wasn’t significant. Not being a son made it even worse, father took one look at me and stalked off into the bushes. Mother called me Nkejika, father called me Odiozo, I guess he was starting to accept the gods had caused his seed to never rise as planters only  incubators.

 Mother said he would learn to love us, my sister accepted it, but I couldn’t wait for the day when he gushed over me in love. I woke up every day hoping it would be that day.

I went hunting by myself, I laid the bounty at his feet. He mumbled his admiration.

I went to the maidens dance, the prince took an interest in me, not the heir to the throne, though. Father proclaimed his approval, I was indifferent.

I’ve spent every step of my life reaching for love, who’s to say this won’t be another level of deferred love?

Arrrrgghhh! I am so not feeling this story.

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Joy Pixley (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 



28 thoughts on “Look within

  1. Poor girl! She has always been reaching for her father’s love and never really getting it. Seems that sadly bubbles over into her relationship with a man. I find it interesting how the photo prompt brought you this story. Great story!

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  2. I enjoyed reading your story very much and found it meaningful and thought-provoking. To be continuously wanting not just her father’s approval, but his love, is very sad. Even if she reaches that next level, his love may still not be forthcoming. In many communities worldwide, both now and in the past, that’s how it was for daughters. You’ve shown that really well. 🙂

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  3. Your story is written well for this prompt. So sad that she had to work so hard to get her father to show real love for her, only to never receive it. No child should have to endure this kind of pain. I hope she finds the right person that will love and appreciate her.

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