The Love Struck Bimbo

                                                               EPISODE 4

A soft thump in the kitchen caught Purple's attention as she dropped her bags down beneath the dinning table and pulled her shoes. She looked so exhausted and still in shock hence Cara was the least of her problems. The little brown fluffy thing was already used to Purple and her moods sometimes. She knew it was a good day when Purple came straight to pick her and give her some massage and a bad day when she was totally neglected. 

After what seemed like a quick shower, Purple stepped out of the bathroom thinking if she really washed well or not. It seemed she hadn't washed well as soap remnants was still glued to her fingers and hand. 

She headed straight for the dinning table. Her thick kinky hair loosely captured in a lopsided bun and beneath her big orange sweat shirt she wore a faded blue shorts. Purple , picking up her work bag caught the sight of the plate on the table. 

''I should have fed Cara with this before leaving this morning'', she murmured. 

Leaving leftovers after every meal was part of her life. Work always came first and she choose that life which thankfully was paying off, but the call today....

She slumped into the sofa after she had poured herself a drink. The caller's voice still rang in her head and there was nothing pleasant about that call. His voice alone had a derogatory hint leaving her bemused as to the intents of the caller

Purple squirmed uncontrollably ''Who would have known her by that name?'', she thought.
The bitter journey down memory lane happened anyways without her consent. It had to happen. The name Nma was from the past........the past she fought so hard to cover and forget over the years. 

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Nnedinma Ezeobi was quite a tiny child at birth. She was so little people feared she would fall off when she was picked as such it was preferred to look down into the baby cut and admire the little girl. She was indeed a sight to behold, very hairy, caramel skinned and such cute grey eyes that were uncommon. As she grew older her beauty evolved. At age three, rumors passed around the small village in Enugu state, Nigeria where she lived with her father and mother that she was sent from the river or she was a re-incarnate of some sort. 

Playing with Nma was forbidden by other parents as they all concluded that no one with such eyes and beauty was normal. The only valid explanation to her usual beauty was a mystery no one really bothered to know. 

Nma was unknowingly ostracized among her peers and she was hated for being a combination of beauty and brains. The isolation began to dawn on her at age six and it became a strong concern for her father who she complained to all the time. With every passing day the isolation became so obvious and it burned , it seared the most fragile and delicate places within her, scarring and leaving old and barren the places that should have been young and filled with hope. 

Nma's dad became her best friend and role model. He was thankful for a child who brought so much hope and joy to him. The gossips around only made his love for Nma wax stronger.  While every one spaced her in school, she dedicated her time to reading and learning things that were way above her age. Her father tutored her when he came home after work and they bonded so well.

Tragedy struck on Nma's eight year birthday when news came to the school that her father had died at work that afternoon. Her world came crumbling in her face. She was left alone. 

                                                        .......To be continued