THE RIGHTEOUS SISTERS 
by Hamlet
ADAORA  AGUGHALAM THE BLACK AMAZON 


Adaora Agughalam now known as the Black Amazon the third of the Nigerian
Righteous Sisters along with Adaeze Chukwumerije and Adama Ezenwa, smiled as
she gazed into her bedroom mirror. She liked what she saw. Although it had
taken this 17year-old girl the entire summer holidays to get her body to look
this way, when she stared at her reflection there was only one thought in her
mind, it was worth every minute of it!

Adaora proudly flexed her awesome 17-inch biceps and, as she did so, all the
sweat, pain and hardship she had to endure during the last three months
vanished. After three long, hard months of rigorous weightlifting and
intensive martial arts training at the Shanana Boot Camp run by the
Norselandic Health Rangers or the Reginas Helse Rangeren (RHR) Adaora
succeeded in losing some 80 pounds and turned much of the rest of her weight
into muscle. She was now a very powerfully built ,230-pound female. "Call me
'fatso' will you," she said to herself as she continued to admire her new body
in the mirror, "Well, we'll see about that!"

Adaora glanced over at the clock, 7:30 a.m.-time to get dressed and prepare
for her first day back at school at Barrowby Academy in Grantham Lincolnshire
after the summer holidays . She was on an exchange from Apostolic Faith
Secondary School in Owerri Imo state Nigeria .She was starting her senior year
now and, after enduring two years of constant teasing,much of it racial, from
some of the other pupils, she vowed that this year would be different - this
year she would deal with them on her terms. She put on her clothes and tied
her long, beautiful black braided hair back into a ponytail. As she left her
house and began the 30 minute walk to Barrowby Academy she attended, she
reflected on the dramatic changes she had undergone over the summer.

She had just come back from the Shanana Boot Camp in the centre of Wales .it
ran through the entire summer holidays and consisted of very strict physical
workouts with professional trainers designed to strengthen the girl's bodies,
Lectures on women's empowerment organised by the RHR as well as personal
psychological guidance for each participant. It would not be easy and
certainly not fun but she felt that for the girls who succeeded in completing
the entire course, it would forever alter their perception of themselves and
thus change their lives.

The next three months were the most difficult of Adaora's life...

After a short break for breakfast the girls would clean their rooms and the
surrounding area before heading off to the weight room for a two hour work-out
with Jody Finsson who was also a world class Norselandic weight lifter.Adaora,
who had never in her life touched a bar bell took to weightlifting like a fish
to water; she just couldn't get enough of it.

After their weightlifting session the girls showered and then attended a
series of lectures by Dr Sheila Leifsdottir or other experts on a variety of
subjects such as Assertiveness and Domination Training (ADT ) all relating to
women and how they could take control of events in their lives rather than let
those events take control of them. This was followed by a healthy lunch of
brown bread salad and fruits and a short period of relaxation. Then in the
early afternoon it began all over again with the exercises.

Instead of weight training in the afternoon however, they received three hours
of intensive martial arts lessons from Ruthe Valkeros , a Norselandic fifth
degree black belt in karate Gym Kata and a Ph.D. in Women's Studies. After a
light dinner of boiled meat and vegetables the girls were given a choice, back
to the weight room of more martial arts until nine p.m. They then met with
Principal Jana Vinsson and her staff and discussed how they felt they had
improved themselves that day. At ten o'clock sharp they all went to bed; until
five the following morning when it began all over again.

Day after day, week after week; the same schedule. Intensive as it was, only
two of the twenty girls dropped out. As the weeks went by, Adaora along with
all of the other girls that toughed it out and began to notice a dramatic
change was taking place; both in her body and in her perception of Herself.
Not only was she losing weight - dropping from 310 pounds to 280 in the first
two weeks alone - but she was becoming stronger...much stronger! Four hours a
day in the weight room was making her lose fat and develop muscle and, as she
grew stronger (and thinner) Adaora began to feel much better about herself. No
longer did she think of herself as a big, fat girl. Adaora was beginning to
feel like a big,*strong* girl.

"You're making tremendous progress Adaora," Jana told her in one of their
private meetings (which she conducted with all the girls from time to
time),"I'm very proud of you. You've lost over 50 pounds so far and Angela
says your lifts are improving at a rate far faster than she ever expected. How
do you feel about yourself now?"

"Fantastic Jana! Totally fantastic! I never thought I'd feel this way about my
body. It's so...so beautiful; and there's still a month to go."

"It's good to hear you say that Adaora. You and the other girls have
completely justified my program. I think I'm going to make this an annual
event. Remember, if you believe you can or can't accomplish something, you're
usually right."

In the remaining month Adaora literally threw herself into both weightlifting
and martial arts with a vengeance. A week before the camp ended, she bench
pressed 300 pounds and, on the second to last day, she shattered a brick with
her fist. In the three months at Shannona's camp, Adaora not only lost 80
pounds, but completely transformed herself from an extremely overweight girl
lacking confidence, into a strong, powerful woman, literally beaming with
pride.

"Hey Adaora, wait up!"

A familiar voice brought Adaora's thoughts back to the present. "Why hello

Christopher," she said with a pleasant smile,"long time no see!."

Christopher lived one block away from her and was the only boy she ever
considered to be her friend. In the more than ten years that she had known
him, he had never said 'one disparaging word to her; not about her weight or
anything else. In fact, although they weren't actually going steady, he was
the only boy she had ever dated; the only one she felt comfortable being
around. He even tried to stick

up for her once when the school yard thug was teasing her; an event which cost

him a black eye and a bloody nose. Of all the people Adaora knew, he seemed to
be the only one who could see beyond her obesity and into what she was like
inside.

"Where have you been all summer long Adaora? I tried calling a few times but
your parents said you'd be away until right before school starts. I wondered
where..." As soon as he caught up to her he stopped talking in mid-sentence
and just stared up .He was a lightly built five feet-nine inches tall and
weighed around 170 pounds to Adaora's six feet even and 230 pounds

."Adaora, what happened to you?"

The large girl smiled down at her friend for a few moments without saying a
word. "Oh," she finally began as casually as she could,"Did you notice
anything different about me Chris?"

"Different? You've completely changed. You've lost weight.
You're...you're...different. What happened to you?" ,

Adaora was wearing long sleeves so Chris couldn't see her 17-inch biceps -she
was saving those for the right time - and her equally impressive thighs and
calves were hidden underneath her jeans.

"It's the new me, what do you think?"

"It's...you're...you look so...so different. What happened?"

"That's a long story. I'll tell you everything that happened to me this past
summer but, as you can see, we're approaching our school so it will have to
wait. For some reason Adaora felt an uncontrollable urge to lean over and kiss
Chris on the lips, something she had never done before.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprised.

"I'll tell you later honey (she'd never called him that before either), but we
don't have the time right now. We'd better hurry or we'll be late for our
first class."

Adaora took Chris by the hand and they crossed the street.

"Well, if it isn't the odd couple," they heard a sarcastic voice behind them
say as they entered the school yard. Without even turning around Adora knew
the voice belonged to Ritch, the head football player and Adaora's chief
antagonist. For years he had been a thorn in Adaora's side, always teasing her
about her fat size and even getting many of the other students to go along.
Adaora never really understood what made him antagonistic towards her.

"Just ignore him Chris," Adaora said quietly," I'll deal with him later."

"What do you mean *deal* with him?"

"Oh, I have an idea," she answered. She winked at Chris as they entered their

first class of the new school year.

Throughout that morning Adaora couldn't help but notice the stares she was
receiving from many of the other students as She walked through the halls.
Though they knew she was very large, there seemed to be something different
about her. Something had changed but they couldn't quite put their finger on
what it was. Adaora knew what it was of course and it gave her a very good
feeling inside; especially after one of the linesmen on the football team
accidentally bumped into her head-on as he was rushing to his class -and was
knocked back several feet. "Topside, sorry about that Greg," she giggled at
the stunned boy.

Things seemed to be going very well for her that day, until lunch time rolled
around.

"Just what in the hell makes you think you have the right to sit here
fatso,"Ritch said contemptuously when Adaora and Chris sat down at a table
near where the cheerleaders were eating," This is the area for attractive
people."

When he said this, the other cheerleaders began to laugh. Chris started to get
up but

Adaora reached over and gently grabbed his arm.

"It's O.K. honey, we have as much right to eat here as anybody else. The last
time I checked we were still living in a democracy."

She gave Ritch and his friends a long, hard look; the kind of look that she'd
never have had the courage to give them three months before. "Itch, I think
you and I are going to have to have a serious *discussion* someday."

"Are you threatening me you Nigerian fatso?"

"Well, let's just say I'll be paying you a visit soon."

"Oh, I'm really scared now. Have you forgotten who my friend is? And what he

did to that nerdy friend of yours last year?"

Adaora looked over at Chris and calmly said,"No Ritch I haven't forgotten.
I'll be paying him a visit too."

"Adaora, what are you saying?" Chris asked.

She smiled at him and replied, "Let's just say there have been a few changes
in

me over the summer."

"Like what?"

"Like these for example." Adaora rose from her seat and removed her long
sleeve shirt, revealing, for the first time, her massive arms. Her mid-rift
was also bare, showing Her washboard stomach for all to see. She then flexed
her 17-inch biceps. Staring down at the stunned cheerleaders, she smiled,
"Like I said Ritch, I'll be paying you a visit soon; you and I have a score or
two to settle." Having finished their lunch, Adaora and Chris got up to leave.

"So, you've changed from being a fat tub of lard into a muscle-bound freak,"

Ritch called out after them,"Big f-------g deal."

Adaora's only response was to point her hand -shaped like a pistol - at Ritch
and his friends and pretend to shoot. After they left the lunch room Adaora
turned to her surprised friend and asked,"Well Chris, what do you think of the

new me?"

"Adaora, you...your...awesome; totally awesome!"

Adaora smiled. She didn't care what anybody else though about her new look,
but she was a bit apprehensive about what Chris's reaction would be. He'd been
her only true friend during her difficult years and the last thing she wanted
to do was to alienate him. His acceptance of her now was all the approval that
she needed.

"But Adaora, do you really think it was wise to threaten Ritch like that? ."

"Yes Chris, I know. I also know what he did to you last year when you tried to
stick up for me. Well this year things are going to be different; that's a
promise. And as for Ritch, that pompous arsehole has gone out of her way to
make my life miserable for the past two years and SMACK! . Adaora punched her
right fist hard into her left palm; the sound reverberated throughout the
hallway when she did so I think it's payback time...!'

They reached the gym where they'd have to part. Jana and her staff had
encouraged Adaora to try out for sports when the school year began, something

that she had never done before. So, she decided to try out for the women's
basketball team (a six-foot, 230-pound muscular girl might make a very
effective centre). If she was successful, then in the spring she could try her
hand at track and field; most likely the shot put and/or the discus and

javelin throws.

"I don't know how long this will take Chris so please don't wait for me.

I'll stop by your house on my way home from school later this afternoon and we

can talk."

"O.K. Adaora and good luck with the exercise!."

For the second time that day, the large, powerful girl leaned over and kissed

him; only this time on the lips. "Thanks you lovely boy Chris," she said as
she walked off.

"Thanks?For what?"

"For being my good friend," Adaora said over her shoulder as she entered the

gym."

End of part one

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