Zirachi has always carried her responsibilities squarely but now that life has thrown her down, who will carry her?

"Hmm, Nne'm, We don't deserve a lot of things that happen to us but it will not be life if we don't get the deserved and the undeserved. Now, what we choose to do with what life dishes out to us is what really matters. Do we sit and just whine or we brace up and eat up what life has dished us?"

What happens when the one person who should protect you in the world is your biggest betrayer?

How would Zirachi overcome this constant battle with the monster that has taken root in the deepest part of her soul.

Will she be able to forgive her father the architect of all her life's struggles? Will the road to self recovery be smooth and easy? Or are there going to be more pains and hurt on this journey? Ultimately, will she be able to trust God enough and entrust Him to carry her and her responsibilities?

Zirachi presents to you a suspenseful, intriguing and dramatic plot of how God's love eventually quenches the deep seated sins of revenge, resentment and pride.

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"Mama, bills. We have got to pay bills. If we like, let's share half a drop of water. Only God knows how you always come up with all these your proverbs," Zirachi giggled as she stood up from the bed, shaking her head in amusement.

"Ok, just go and take your bathe. I am sure you hardly slept overnight. I have made akamu and akara," Mama told her.

"Thanks Mama, but I am not hungry," she replied dejectedly.

"Eh! Stop that," her mother retorted sharply, raising a hand.

"What do you mean by you are not hungry? You didn't have dinner yesterday and I want to believe that you didn't eat lunch either. Abeg, come now and eat. At least we still have food at home, you don't have to pay for the breakfast you will have this morning," Mama said with a smile, doing everything possible to make her daughter happy.

Zirachi looked at her pretty light skinned mother. Life had dealt some real hard blows on her but she had always remained positive in spite all of her challenges.

Zirachi walked up to her mother and gave her a big, warm hug.

"Ola'm. I love you, thank you for always being there to keep me afloat," she whispered to her mother. Mama rubbed her back before gently pulling her away to look at her face.

"Eh, adaugo, the girl that is worth more than ten sons, I love you. Words cannot express how much I love you my daughter", her mother replied rather too emotionally.