Remember your promise,
“you and me till death do us part.”
I’ve come to realize
it’s only a slang young lovers
in foreordained-to-fail relationships
take delight in.
Remember, I found in you my solace.
It’s wrenching to watch you
desert me without a sign.
A heart you mended for months,
broken again in second. I planted in it poetry
to keep it alive, beating.
Written by: Damilola Yusuf
You’re the mystic rhythm that speaks into the rustling winds making the leaves dance in an endless frenzy
Your eyes are lanterns that dispel darkness and reveal the path to tread in the heart of a hazy night
I’m lost in your myth and I seek no means of escape
For you are an elixir filling dry bones with life in abundance and causing dead limps to leap
When you clipped your wings and became human
Your halo hid itself in your heart but your charm stayed fresh like dawn.
Someday, under this azure sky, we’ll meet face to face and these testimonies will stay true and unchanged
Till then, I’ll spread your legend Like a plague.
Written by: Daodu Deji Cornelius
I stare at my boss in confusion and sympathy, I have no idea how the accident is related to me or her.
“There are no survivors,” She begins, “It was an head-on collision, apparently the trailer lost control and the driver of the private car was immersed in his iPad, he didn’t see the trailer on his path until it was too late.” She finishes.
I could clearly picture the horrific scene, spilled with blood. I close my eyes in shock as nausea threateningly rises. My unborn baby doesn’t agree with the vivid picture. I part my lips to take in steady breaths, after a few breaths the nausea subsides. I wonder why she is telling me about the accident.
“Deola,” She calls out.
I stare at her response, noting the sympathy in her eyes. I wonder why she feels sympathetic towards me.
“How are you feeling?” She ask. I blink in surprise. “I know you are pregnant,” She answers my unasked question. I smile and lower my eyes in appreciation. The thought of my unborn baby fills me with unexpected joy.
“I don’t know how else to break this news to you,” She begins as apprehension crawls over me. I wait for her to finish, my heart beats fast.
“Your husband was involved in the accident,” my eyes widens uncontrollably. “He didn’t make it.”
I feel the heavy weight of darkness descend upon me and drag me down as I succumb to the tug of helplessness.
“I am so sorry,” I hear the voice say as blackness swallows me and the floor welcomes me.
I walk along the beach, taking a breath of freshness. The past few months have been hectic and frighteningly unbearable.
I lost the baby a few weeks after Lanre’s burial. It was a double blow… losing my husband and baby within a few weeks. I went easily from being a married woman to a widow.
His parents whirled me away for a much needed vacation after the truth came tumbling into light.
Tears slips down my face as I think about how my life would have turned if Lanre had lived.
Would we still be together or divorced? Would our baby have brought the healing we both needed?
Regrets burn as I thought about the words I never said to him… the silent words that revolved around my head. Maybe, it’s for good.
I continue my leisure stroll along the deserted beach as the sun sets slowly.
#Chronicles of an abused wife.
#Written by Mercy Okusun
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
Episode 3Four days later
Staring at my reflection in the full length dressing mirror, I smile sheepishly. Oh! What a wonderful morning, a morning that has indeed come with joy.
My eyes rove over my reflection in the mirror and I have to admit I love what I see.
The night I told him about the pregnancy was an emotional night. He stared at me in shock when I first broke the news to him, he didn’t blink nor utter any word, the next instant he burst into tears and knelt before me.
I was flagger basted, that obviously wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. He wrapped his arms around my waist and apologized earnestly. I couldn’t resist asking him the question that has been on my mind since that awful night.
Why did you rape me? I asked him He bowed his head in shame and couldn’t meet my eyes…he was quiet for a while that I thought he had fallen asleep. He gave a shuddery sigh before speaking, without looking at me.
“I know you won’t believe me but I have never raped a lady before” he began, in his accent that I love so much. “I don’t know what came over me that night and I just knew I had to make you mine.” He finished.
“Remember when you told me that the only man to sleep with you would be your husband?” he asked me, I nodded slowly, I didn’t think he would remember the conversation we had in our early relationship days.
“I was scared you would turn me down when I ask you to marry me” he said softly, I placed my left hand on his shoulder, willing him to look at me. “I want this baby, Deola” he said, I smiled when I heard his pronunciation of my name, Di-oh-la. He kissed my stomach and I couldn’t help but feel touched.
Staring at my reflection while I recall that night, made me smile. There has been in a change in him after that night, he has become the man I fell in love with. Oh! I feel like his wife now.
He has been attentive to me, even taking time out of his busy schedule to have lunch with me at my office. Last night, he confided that he hopes the baby is a girl, a baby girl that would look just like me. I giggled at his flattery.
Our marriage really began after that night…I smiled as I turned away from the mirror and walked across the room to turn off the air conditioner.
I heard the blast of the car honk and exclaimed. He had been waiting for me in the car. I hurriedly turned off the light switch, picked up my hand bag and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I realized the rain was drizzling as soon as I walked out the front door, I walked hurriedly to the car park and got into his car. He turned his attention away from his iPad and gave me a cold stare. I smiled in return, hoping to ease the tension.
It all happened in a daze, he lifted his left hand and gave me a slap across my cheek.
I stared at him in shock, ‘You kept me waiting’ was all he said, before he reversed out of the car park and drove out of the gate.
Written by: Okusun Mercy
I knew I wasn’t deceived when you touched my left cheek.
I felt the warmth of blood from your soft fingertips,
I saw an angel though you were just a lady,
Brother you are lost, my mind silently told me.
I had found earlier no relevant thing,
Just trees and dead leaves that roamed freely.
The thought of being lost stirred thick within me,
I couldn’t prevent my head in confusion from ringing.
Your eyes posses such a wonderful gleam,
You ought to be special, a supernatural being.
At an attempt to offer a passionate kiss,
The couch shook and interrupted the blissful dream.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
Good evening beautiful people. I trust your day turned out well?
Here’s a little something I’ve had in the archives for sometime now.
‘They’ robbed your barns, no one talked
Your tears were public, demanding justice
Everyone heard but none listened
So you stayed your tears and held your peace
Kings and chiefs, one after another shelved your case
With the passage of time, famine came along and You turned to the tree of memory
And served bowls of livid meals with a pinch bitterness
This is my song but dance isn’t a must
And if you must dance then let the dust carry your fury
Let the earth know your rage
The drums ‘they’ played is ever resounding in the archives, resonating in aggrieved minds
This is my song and you know it too well.
Written by: Daodu Deji Cornelius
Witty Quill 2017.