Do not stare into my eyes, hoping for lies when the truth lies in my heart.
It's been over ten years, but the guilty somehow would find a way to startle her. Naturally she should celebrate 🥂 and find joy in the little things, just like her princess seemed to. But that giggle, that slight turn up of her lips whenever she has been a little mischievous. Just like her father used to while they courted, would make memories rush in like a tornado causing a little dizziness and a hallow within.
You are lucky," patience said, after I told her about Tony's marriage proposal and my new status as a woman. Tony had celebrated our formal engagement by popping my cherry 🍒 in a worship dance that hadid clasping and squeezing and stuttering words we knew but had given new meaning in our orgasms. I could not feel the luck but joined in the " ooh and ash" and endless hugs everyone gave me. As chatterbox, patience could not keep the news to herself, so she self- appointed to the wedding 💒 of the century.
I don't want to appear unreasonable and ungrateful about my seemingly good fortune, but the truth was I didn't Really love 💕 Tony despite our mind- blowing physical intimacy. The engagement and wedding preparation and actual ceremonies passed like a blur, and life began. I realized that Tony wasn't all that he had made me believe he was. He got off on porn and I was his human sex doll used to practice every sex act he could imagine. I tried to be the perfect 100 yards of wife material my mummy G.O had instructed me to be by accepting most of his fantasies. He would roll me over as though ready to win the Durex challenge. When Tony couldn't get me to be more adventurous in the other room by satisfying all his fetishes, he decided to seek it outside.
Respite still did not come as the abuse grew with each passing day. When ever he was to throw the refuse,for instance, he would carefully to through it good, he would yell and nag loudly while I would stand with my hands folded at my back, head bent and eyes staring at my feet, wondering who amongst my neighbours had driven in and if mummy Emma,the tale barer of the compound, had returned from the market, imagining how she woul probably her husband over the dinner of banga and starch. His verbal pinches were a complete knockout, making me flinch and killing me a little bit.
On one occasion, I decided to break the cycle. I went back to my parents house. I never got some rest nor eat lunch that day with them as I was bundled out almost immediately. My Dad insisted I leave after I had poured out my heart to him, while my mother with tears in her eyes advised me to be more accommodating and to remember how " men are boys" I looked at her and she nodded her assertion. I took notice and knew I should concentrate on being in his mother's good graces as she had a great influence over her son to the extent of ordering a sex fast as a means of family planning. I was at a loss of what to think 🤔 act or even reply either of them.
I returned but it got worse and never better. I kept enduring. He kept cheating. While I was hailing Mary and dancing from one pastor's alter to another, other women were being filled with grace by Tony. Everything seems to go downhill no matter how hard I tried. A scene in a popular TV series, jolted me from slipping into depression ain I knew it was time
The god's seemed to be in agreement with me . While I tried to close all loopholes in my murder plan,my mind drifting between scenes of the TV series and my newly discovered purpose, my phone 📱 rang. I trembled seeing an unknown caller ID, wondering if he was telepathic and trying to calm myself. I could feel my heart thump, a thump that took the sweat off my face and centered it on my palms as I picked up the cell phone . Hello, is this Ngozi ? A male baritone voice echoed down in the line.
Yes , please" I replied, sounding hoarse.
I am John, okay, " I could only utter.
Your husband and a group of friends were involved in the ghastly motor accident on their way back from a club. I am afraid 😳😳...
I did not hear his last words as I passed out in relief and a twinge I guess of guilt.
Beautiful scars now revealed strength now received courage to move on determined to stay strong.
Thank you all.
