**ISADORA(SEASON 1)**

Episode 2
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Isadora’s side of the story continues from the last
scene of the previous episode
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Leaving the house was one thing, having where to
go, a much more difficult issue. As I stepped out
of the house that night I knew my life was never
ever going to be the same again. I just couldn’t
help but pray for everything to turn out good for
me. In my short life I had experienced lots of
horrible things that could only be seen in movies.
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I trekked all night to a popular motor park in the
neighboring town. I had no money on me and my
prayer was just to meet a Good Samaritan who
could assist me to at least get to Enugu city. I
believed I could survive in the city as a maid, a
housekeeper, a salesgirl or any decent feminine
job that could at least offer a roof over my head as
I reshaped my life.
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Yes it really wasn’t easy leaving the house I spent
all my young life to the unknown but I felt it was
much better to die trying to get a better life than
live a life of damnation.
I managed to find an empty abandoned bus at the
motor park, where I stayed and rested for the rest
of the night and early the next morning I stepped
out and wandered round the park searching for a
Good Samaritan to assist me. I equally was scared
of getting recognized and caught since I wasn’t
really very much far from home. Yes i was scared
of stepping into the wrong hands.
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‘’dear lord help’’ I prayed earnestly.
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Soon the Catholic Church bell close to the motor
park rang, notifying everyone that the time was 12
o clock, time for angelus. I looked up at the sky
and wondered if anyone would really assist me.
The few people I managed to talk to only shrugged
and walked away after listening to my pleas. I was
helpless, I was hopeless. I was overly scared.
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‘’hey young lady are you okay?’’ I soon heard a
male voice ask from behind. I turned to see a
middle aged young man smiling down at me as he
chewed a long stick of sugar cane. He very much
looked like a bus driver because he wasn’t neatly
dressed as a traveler or rough as a tout.
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‘’good afternoon’’ I stammered, looking up at him
hopefully.
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‘’you have been wandering round this park since
morning. Are you searching for something?’’ he
asked in vernacular.
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‘’no sir, I need help. I’m looking for someone that
will assist me get to Enugu town’’ I stammered,
watching his reaction. He chewed on his sugar
cane for a little while as he studied me
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‘’hmmm where exactly in Enugu city are you
heading to?’’ he asked curiously while I dropped
my eyes. A part of me felt like lying, another part
of me kicked against it.
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‘’I don’t have anyone there. I just want to go and
see if I can better my life. I can’t continue living
like a slave down here’’ I poured out softly.
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‘’hmmmm you know what. You look hungry, let’s
go to this small kiosk and eat. We can talk more
there. I like helping people’’ he suddenly offered,
lifting up my spirit. I smiled gratefully even though
deep down I was equally a bit scared, because not
only did he appear to be willing to assist me, he
equally offered to buy me food which really was
more than the help I expected. However I had no
choice than to follow him.
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We soon got to the small food kiosk where he
ordered a plate of rice for me and a bottle of beer
for himself, then watched me as I ate hungrily. I
used the opportunity to tell him my story and he
kind of appeared touched.
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‘’anyway my name is Obiora. I’m a driver and I’m
heading to Enugu city today, but the problem now
is that time for my bus to load is a bit far. Six
other buses will load before my turn but if you can
have patience I can take you to Enugu and equally
allow you stay in my house till you get a life for
yourself’’ he offered, totally stunning me with his
offer. I couldn’t believe it. I never expected him to
help in such a way.
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‘’thank you sir, thank you very much sir’’ I thanked
him happily while he smiled with satisfaction and
ordered another bottle of beer for himself. I
couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to his
generosity.
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Val’s side of the story continues
I was restless all through the night as I thought of
the young girl I almost knocked down the previous
day. I just couldn’t sleep. Her image kept
appearing in my head as if I owed her something. I
tried very much to get my thoughts off her but just
couldn’t. I even tried focusing my thoughts on my
fiancée Jane who was coming down to the country
the next day but my efforts were fruitless.
Prior to that day, I was living my dream life. I
came from a very wealthy home, I had the best
education anyone could dream of and equally was
enjoying a very thriving writing career. I equally
was engaged to the first daughter of a business
tycoon. In fact had everything I could ever wish for
but my life suddenly felt empty after seeing that
young girl. It was just as if I was missing
something. Yes something and it looked so very
strange, very, very strange.
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Early the next morning, without talking to anyone, I
jumped into my car, left Enugu city and headed
back to Nsukka in search of the young girl but
unfortunately I drove round the town without
seeing her. I didn’t even know her name and so
looked a bit silly asking the villagers I met about
her..
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Meanwhile unknown to Val, the young girl was
already on her way to Enugu city with a stranger .
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To be continued