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I wish you’d left me, 
I wish we never met,
I wish you’d let the bullet
Drive straight thru’ my chest,
I wish you’d let the glacial rope 
Hug the hope off my throat. 

I wish you never cared,
You could’ve saved yourself. 
You could’ve watched from afar and learnt
I couldn’t eschew death. 
I wish you never loved, 
My problem could be solved. 

I wish you were aware
Your help would only cause me pain,
But since you saved me there
I’d rise and fall again and again.
I wish your wish for me
Comes true, then probably, 
I wouldn’t have to write these poems 
So you’d bury them beside me. 

Written by: Damilola Yusuf



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You see darkness, 
I see blue, 
I see wishes coming thru’.
You fear the shadows, 
Shadows, my friends,
Shadows, show me how I could’ve ended. 
You see clouds,
I see the stars, 
Tiny twinkles, brightens my heart.

In the cold you freeze, 
I listen to the breeze. 
It’s placid tales never ceases.
You see ghosts, 
I see lost souls, 
With another chance to find their homes.

You see an end, 
I see a tunnel, 
Through which I must walk to the light ahead. 
You see wastes,
I see hope, 
I see promises from the day that awaits. 

Written by: Yusuf Damilola


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Of course I can’t repay your favour, 
I gained from you a lot, 
While you counted losses.

As human, I took your presence for granted,
I thought you belonged here,
Trapped in my bowels,
But you did have a choice, you decided to stay.

You were just a gift cocooned in a curse.
Don’t you see, dear voice?
Visible are the signs
Things will ever go wrong,
Flee, I deserve not to be loved,
Don’t be damned for my sake 
You’ve protected me enough,
Flee and watch me waste.

Written by: Damilola Yusuf


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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

Guest Post: Tales Of An Abused Niece

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Come little child, 
come be my bride. 
Let me expose you
to the wild side of life,
Let me bestow on you
a perfect prize. 

Lay on the sofa, 
be still, young Rhoda.
It will not hurt, 
try not to shiver, 
You could keep your eyes shut
so you wouldn’t whimper. 

Be still kid,
Separate your limbs. 
Do not be scared
while I immerse myself. 
It’s fun but you must learn
and it won’t hurt, I promise my dear. 


Written by: Damilola Yusuf


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When my fear heightens and courage flees, 
can I still find, in you a haven? 
when through doubts my knowledge skids,
if in pain I’d make a wish, 
while my torture be filled to its brink. 
Will you still care, my solace to be? 

When my heart aches for your presence, 
will you not fear, will I find you here?
When my soul be trapped in darkness, 
when I lie, empty in despair,
When my conscience be debauched beyond repair,
Will you still care, will you be there. 

Written by: Oluwadamilola Yusuf

Shattered Hope

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Episode Finale 
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. 

Months Later

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