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Write it in your heart that every day is the best day of the year.
Look around and appreciate what you have today while you keep pursuing your dreams for the future. Dont allow your pursuit of future rob you of today's joy. Peace!!

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‭Romans 12:2 NIV‬
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 6
Nneka sat on the cold floor of her padded cell, her fingers tracing the cracks in the wall like a map to freedom. Months had passed since Ngozi stole her life, and every day in this hellhole chipped away at her sanity. The drugs made her weak, but they couldn’t kill her will to survive.
She had stopped screaming.
She had stopped begging.
Now, she was planning.
Then, one day, hope walked in wearing scrubs.
Nurse Adaeze was new to the psychiatric ward. Young, observant, and kind-hearted, she treated patients like humans, not animals.
One evening, as she handed Nneka her medication, she paused.
"You don’t seem like the others here," she whispered.
Nneka lifted her hollow eyes. "Because I don’t belong here."
Nurse Adaeze studied her face—the sharp cheekbones, the faint birthmark on her left wrist. Then, her eyes widened.
"Wait… I know you."
Nneka’s breath hitched.
"You’re Nneka Okoye. The founder of Naturé by Nneka. I use your products!"
Tears welled in Nneka’s eyes. For the first time in months, someone saw her.
"Please… help me," Nneka begged, clutching Nurse Adaeze’s hand. "My sister did this to me. She stole my life."
Nurse Adaeze hesitated. She knew the risks. But looking into Nneka’s desperate eyes, she made a decision.
"I’ll get you out."
Over the next few days, Nurse Adaeze smuggled in small things—a phone, a change of clothes, a forged discharge form.
"There’s a back exit near the laundry room," she whispered. "Cameras are broken. Tomorrow night, when Dr. Bello is on duty—he never checks the records properly."
Nneka memorized every detail. This was her only chance.
Meanwhile, the drugs they forced into her system made her limbs heavy, her thoughts slow. But she fought through the fog.
"I have to escape… I have to make Ngozi pay."
While Nneka plotted her escape, Emeka sat in his study, staring at divorce papers.
The woman he married—or thought he married—was not the Nneka he fell in love with.
This Nneka was reckless.
This Nneka was cruel.
This Nneka didn’t love him.
She partied all night, spent money like water, and barely remembered his name.
"Where were you last night?" he had asked her the day before.
"Out," she shrugged, not even looking up from her phone.
That was the moment he knew.
He had married a stranger.
That evening, Ngozi stumbled in at 3 AM, drunk, her dress disheveled, lipstick smeared.
Emeka stood in the hallway, arms crossed.
"We need to talk."
Ngozi rolled her eyes. "Ugh, not this again. What now?"
"I want a divorce."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Ngozi froze. Then, she laughed—a sharp, mocking sound.
"You’re joking, right? After everything I’ve done for you?"
"What have you done, exactly?" Emeka snapped. "Spent my money? Ignored me? Destroyed Nneka’s business?"
Ngozi’s smirk faded.
"Wait… what did you just say?"
Emeka’s eyes narrowed.
"I said Nneka’s business. Not yours. Because let’s be honest… you were never half the woman she was." I don't know this nneka standing before me
Ngozi’s face twisted in rage.
"You have no idea what you’re talking about!"
But Emeka was done.
"Pack your things. I want you out by morning."
Back at the asylum, Nurse Adaeze slipped Nneka a set of keys.
"Tonight. Be ready."
Nneka’s heart pounded.
This was it.
Freedom.
Revenge.
As the clock struck midnight, Nurse Adaeze disabled the alarms. Nneka changed into the clothes she had hidden, slipped out of her cell, and followed the shadows to the laundry exit.
The cold night air hit her face like a slap.
She was free.
But this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
Because now…
It was Ngozi’s turn to suffer.
To Be Continued…

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‭Romans 12:3 NIV‬
For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you.

I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 7
The rain poured heavily as Nneka stumbled through the streets, her bare feet bruised and bleeding, her hospital scrubs soaked through. She had no money, no phone—nothing but the burning will to survive.
With the last of her strength, she knocked on a familiar door.
Amanda’s house.
When the door opened, Amanda’s eyes widened in horror.
“Nneka?!” she gasped, barely recognizing the frail, trembling woman before her.
Nneka collapsed into her arms, sobbing.
“It’s me… It’s really me.”
Amanda pulled her inside, wrapping her in a blanket, her hands shaking as she took in Nneka’s sunken cheeks, the scars on her wrists from restraints, the haunted look in her eyes.
“What happened to you?!” Amanda cried.
And then, Nneka told her everything
Amanda listened in stunned silence, her hands covering her mouth as Nneka recounted the nightmare—how Ngozi had drugged her, framed her as insane, and stolen her life.
“She’s living as me,” Nneka whispered, her voice raw. “She married Emeka. She destroyed my business. And she left me to rot.”
Amanda’s shock turned to fury.
“That monster!” she spat, gripping Nneka’s hands. “We’re going to expose her. Tonight.”
With Amanda’s phone, Nneka dialed her parents’ number, her fingers trembling.
When her mother answered, Nneka broke down.
“Mama… it’s me. It’s Nneka.”
Silence. Then—
“Nneka?! But… but you’re here with us! Ngozi is—”
“NO!” Nneka shouted, her voice cracking. “That’s not Ngozi! That’s me! Ngozi put me in a mental hospital and took my place!”
Her parents were silent for a long moment. Then, her father’s voice, thick with grief:
“Oh my God… We didn’t know. We didn’t see it.”
The realization hit them like a knife to the heart.
They had been living with an imposter.
And they had failed their real daughter.
Gathered in Amanda’s living room, Nneka, her parents, and Amanda devised a plan.
“We need proof,” Amanda said. “Something undeniable.”
Nneka’s eyes darkened.
“I have an idea.”
She knew Ngozi better than anyone.
And she knew exactly where to strike.
Meanwhile, Ngozi sat in Emeka’s house—her house, as far as she was concerned—sipping wine as she scrolled through property listings.
Emeka wanted a divorce?
Fine.
But she wouldn’t leave empty-handed.
If he thought he could throw her out, he was wrong.
Dead wrong.
She smirked, reaching for a small vial hidden in her purse.
A tasteless, odorless poison.
One sip, and Emeka would be gone in hours.
And as his "grieving widow," she would inherit everything.
“You should have just loved me, Emeka,” she murmured, swirling the wine glass.
“Now, you’ll die regretting it.”
That night, Nneka and Amanda drove to Emeka’s house, her parents following close behind.
Nneka’s heart pounded as she stared at the mansion—her home, now occupied by her betrayer.
She took a deep breath.
“It’s time.”
Inside, Ngozi was just lifting the poisoned glass to Emeka’s lips when—
The door burst open.
Nneka stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with fury.
“Hello, sister.”
Ngozi’s glass slipped from her fingers, shattering on the floor.
Emeka turned, his breath catching.
“Nneka…?”
The room fell silent.
The game was over.
And Ngozi’s reign of lies was about to crumble.
To Be Continued…

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