literature

INGLORIOUS 

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 Deep in the darkness I sit alone, 

Waiting for a heart I could call my own, 

I am not tired, neither am I weak

I’m just not sure to whom I should speak. 

’cause I count every word, every sigh and every breath, 

I’m an introvert, I was made one by birth. 

I search effortlessly, leaving no stone unturned from my own small corner, I search through souls untouched. 

I can’t withstand the pressure, 

I can’t endure the pain, I’d become extremely nervous, terrified as though being hunted.

I was born a loner, the unknown, unwanted. 
Written by: Damilola Yusuf

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Guest Post-Ambushed 

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Miss Queen strode in, her beauty was priceless. Her face, well lit as though she was a princess,

she stared into my soul with her eyes of ruby. Eyes of a demon, eyes of treachery. 

She took my hand in hers, it was cold as ice, an eerie smile on her face, sent a chill down my spine.

Her lips were alluring but her intentions, evil. She peered through my eyes, the urge to kindle.

In a moment we were together, in the dead of the night. Though darkness lurked around her face shone bright. 

She was an exquisite being, she owned such a gleam. I could never resist, but she was death deep within. 

I sensed danger but wanted to remain with her, she asked for a kiss and I could’ve turned down the offer.

But I did not and she had the chance to rip out my heartand because she was a demon, left me to die. 

Written by: Oluwadamilola yusuf

Guest Post : Lucifer 

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He was but an angel with eyes of gold, eyes that could lit up the darkest soul,  eyes that could melt down the hardest stones.
Eyes that could pierce through to see the truth while you falter to beat around the bush.

Eyes that could make a thousand nightingales sing,  they could make the entire chords of Heaven ring.

Eyes that could peel off dark clouds at a glance they could make earth quiver as it stands. 

Yet, He was an angel with eyes of pride, eyes that envied the position of the most high,  they couldn’t withstand the pain of being made so bright and still would have a superior, this made him grow cold,  and eyes of gold turned around to live coals.

Deceiving, corrupting and burning down souls. Eyes of destruction, formerly eyes of Heaven, eyes of glory now eyes of the devil. 

Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf

Guest Post- NIGHT AT SUNRISE

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Maybe, I should take a dive off the cliff,

Probably you would save me from hitting the ditch,

Oh, maybe I should prove to you I’m still a fool

Stick my tongue in, keep my face lit

Pretend I’m supportive of every evil thing you do

Maybe not. 

’cause no drop of good dwell in you, 

You saw in me nothing but a tool to use 

Haul yourself from the pain around, 

Elevate yourself from the abased clans in your quest to, fetch for yourself, a worthless Crown,

So much lies on your path, telling the truth was never your plan, 

When you, make me go blind, take up my hand from behind  and make your, psychopathic parasites pierce through me with their tiny fangs 

I’m scared but this time I’m taking it upon myself so go ahead, 

Cook up the threats, bring all your friends if you’ve ever got any bit of strength.

I hated hating you,  and you never loved me either,

I was scared of having you but you said you’d find peace with no other.

You made the greatest fool out of me, 

Owing myself an apology, but I’m thankful to you, showing me things I’ve never seen.

It’s not difficult, turning back to forgive you, 

But you made me hate you and I hope you know I still do. 

Written by : Oluwadamilola David yusuf

Guest Post: BODY’S GUEST

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Dear partner, you’ve got an exquisite soul,
You are worth much more than you allow yourself to know 

There’s something you’re brewing, but scared to show,

Heights you have to reach, but scared to grow. 

what makes you think you know so much about me, 
You’re merely a voice in me, a lifeless being, 

All you can observe is my inward ability

Don’t you have any idea how the strength abates in me. 

I’m more than you think, though lifeless I seem
The presure outside is no match for what you bear within

You shouldn’t abolish your foremost belief,

And please remember, we’re together in this. 

Please spare me the stories, where the hell have you been 
At those times when committing suicide was all I could think

When the pain inside got to the brink, 

Parasite, where have you been? 

I shared your pains, every single one felt 
If that isn’t true you’d probably be dead,

We survived it even when t’was too much to bear, 

Don’t you see reasons why you shouldn’t give it up here. 
I discovered you at that moment, I gave it all up 

You’re late, though you claim to have known for long

I wish I had a choice, I’d rather be unborn, 

But you’re late anyway, ’cause I’m dead, I’m gone.

Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf

THE ROADSIDE

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While I sat alone watching the world revolve,

At the roadside every night when lovers would walk

In pairs holding hands and having long talks, 

all I ever had was your silent stalks.
While we watch car owners perform nocturnal rites 

A race towards home, To their partners’ arms,

All I needed from you was a playful bite,

Your head on my shoulder and your paws in my palm.
While the street light stares down at us in pity

So the darkness around us never went in, 

Your mane was all I ever wanted to feel

It was the only sedative that could make me peacefully sleep.
Your death threw me into a pit of remorse, 

I’m left alone, even worse than I was,

the roadside remains a place dread, now that you’ve gone

Goodnight Bruno, my beloved Dog
Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf

SHATTERED HOPE

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EPISODE FOUR


Episode 4

I am still reeling from the shock as the car speeds along the busy expressway, he hasn’t glanced at me once ever since the car moved in motion. The car begins to slow down as traffic looms ahead. He mutters in anger, while I desperately will him to look at me and pray I don’t start crying. 

“This is your fault, you know” he says, as the car halts and is put into neutral, along with other commercial and private cars in traffic. I couldn’t believe the words that has just left his mouth, nor his nonchalant attitude towards his earlier assault.

“Lanre,” I call out, anger lacing my voice. He has his attention concentrated on his iPad, typing away and ignoring me. The traffic begins to move swiftly, he drops the iPad on the dashboard, put the car into drive and eased out of traffic. 

 I look away from him and relax into my seat when I realized that the apology I have been expecting wouldn’t be forthcoming. I sigh deeply and place my hand protectively over my stomach-housed unborn baby…what kind of home would I be bringing my child into? 

We arrive at my place of work, without having a conversation of any kind all through the drive. I take a glance at him one last time before getting out of the car. He stares straight ahead, a frown marring his forehead. I close the car door harder than I intended and walk away without a backward glance. 

I feel queasy and I know the incident earlier is responsible for my queasiness. I get to my office, hurry to my seat behind my desk and gladly sink into the cushioned seat. I close my eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

 I realize I should never have married him… oh! The shame had made me cave into marriage with him. I had promised myself that I was going to get married to first man I would have any sexual relationship with, no matter what. Although, this isn’t the picture I had painted about my marriage. 

What would I do now? He has become unpredictable and violent. I am scared for myself and unborn child. Who do I turn to for help? A knock at the door brings me out of my reverie. I quickly switch on my desktop before answering “come in.”

 The Branch Manager of the company walked into my office. Closing the door behind her, she stood by the door staring at me.

“Good morning,” I greet cheerfully. The elderly woman gives me a wan smile and walks slowly to my desk. I start to rise, but she stills my effort by shaking her head. She remains quiet for a while and fear starts to claw its way through my gut when she says,

“I am so sorry,”

I blink in amidst confusion and fear… fear that I may be about to lose my job. 

I close my eyes in resignation, and lean back into my seat. I wait for her to deliver the fatal blow that would take me away from the career and company I love.

I didn’t wait for long when she says, 

“There has been an accident.”

#Chronicles of an abused wife.

#Written by Mercy Okusun