Free Narrative Essays: A Short Story

Unforgettable memories

After having a bath and donned blue jam dress and a white blouse it was time to comb her hair. She walked to the sitting room and stood by the mirror hanged on the terracotta wall. Plastic comb in the right hand, she stared into the mirror. The comb fell to the ground. Her eyes watered with tears. Pockmark on her face reminded her of the abuse she suffered under the hands of Martha and Nyadaufe.

Martha offered her a scholarship to accompany her to the city and stay with her while schooling at one of the best schools in town. “I will put Melinda in a school where pupils speak English as mother tongue,” Martha had told her mother, Bena Tembewa.

Hardworking Melinda harbored bigger dreams and the scholarship offer got

Khini practiced pseudo science and claimed his charms promoted sales. Martha ratified this claim that indeed, customers bought cosmetics and other beauty accessories like hot cakes in her shop. This was the reason that ever since Bena introduced Wanyanga to Martha, she became a regular visitor to the herbalist.

Getting to the city, Melinda enrolled in a school where pupils spoke fluently English. To bend her tongue to match her fellow pupils fluent English produced jeers. Village accent had put her into trouble at school, she reported to Martha. Funny pronunciations would soon disappear and she may speak better English in the end.

She lasted Two weeks in the school, and the headmistress sent her back home for school fees nonpayment. She broke the news to Martha. She fetched Melinda to help out with household chores. But Melinda refused to abort her dream. If Martha wanted to hire a house girl, there were plenty in her village. All Martha needed to do was to ask the girl’s mother. There were more poverty-stricken girls in their village looking for domestic jobs.

But if she wanted to cancel her scholarship, Melinda was reedy go back home to continue with studies. Martha looked at her with sinfulness before shouting at her to shut

“Stay away from them if you want to realize your dreams,” she has warned. Her beauty would attract many men. Light skin, erected breast and big hips would leave men chasing her like bees to a rose flower. Stair any man in the eye and if they look away, they are up to no good. It was time to apply this trick. Nyadaufe might have read the situation. He craftily reached out to his hooped trouser pocket and fished out some chocolate sweets. He gave her some and she ate.

Then Martha woke her up with a slap. “Why are you sleeping in my bed stupid village girl?” Martha had thundered. The man who put her into trouble, Nyadaufe had escaped. She rubbed her eyes to have a better view. Another hit on the face. “Answer me you stupid village girl!” you now have the audacity to sleep in my bed! Martha was holding a bucket of hot. Melinda saw smoke escaping from the bucket. She wanted to escape, but Martha threw the water at her. Neighbors heard her crying and strange screaming. The girl must be heart and they called 997 helpline.

Afterward, the police came they found Melinda lying on the cement floor. She was as dead as a dodo. Her body was burnt. The law enforcers rushed the girl to the hospital. She was still in a coma the time she reached the