You’re such a wonderful beast,
You either bring trouble or add to my needs.
When I needed you the most, then would you flee,
it had always been love, now I can’t tell what I feel.
You used to be the radiant sun,
You shone for light but now you burn,
and yes you claim to be the Holy one
while we both know you are but a scum.
You said true love was all you felt,
I think you placed me under a spell,
but right now I can boldly tell,
even a voodoo won’t move my pen.
I knew you would never admit your guilt,
whether or not, I still wish you peace
’cause no one could teach me better than you did,
You’ve been such a wonderful beast.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
Episode 2Three months later
We have been married for over two months now and — I just found out I’m pregnant, the obvious result of the rape.
God, I feel so ashamed. My voyage as a wife has been bumpy and humiliating.
He repulses me now, every time he tries to touch me I feel like throwing up — the baby could be the reason behind it though. I dread telling him about my pregnancy because I don’t know how he would react.
He usually has this spell of black moods, it is ill-advised to go close to him when he is in that mood.
He has been possessive ever since we got married, sometimes, he is charming and attentive. He thinks I would go file a complaint at the police station or human right activist.
I chortled at that thought; who would believe a husband raped his wife? You are shocked too, right?
I burst out in laughter before realizing I was in the conference room with some potential clients, I blinked rapidly and the laughter died down suddenly as I felt curious eyes on me.
This was not the time to unleash my domestic problem, I realized. I cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts into the domestic folder in my head. I smiled at my clients to ease the tension and curiosity buzzing within the conference room.
I know as you read this, you are wondering who I am.
My name is Adeola Janet Aderemi, now Mrs. Adeola Janet Coker. I am married to one of the youngest CEO in the country.
Olanrewaju Coker is his name. Lanre, as he is popularly called, is the only son and child of Senator Coker and Mrs. Coker. I smile wistfully as I reminisce a little about the man I fell in love with.
Lanre is over 6 ft. tall, with alert light brown eyes. He has a pointed nose which suits his long face and naturally red colored bow lips which compliments his fair skin.
His black curly hair gave away his Caucasian descendant. I can’t decide if it was love at first sight, especially with the circumstance.
Most ladies wish to be in my position, I would gladly trade my position as his wife with any lady.
I never wish to relive the incident. The incident which has led to a pregnancy — wanted or unwanted?
I sigh mournfully, the darkness of the incident threatens to swallow me. How do I broach the subject with him?
Would I find him in a cheerful mood tonight? Does he have to know? Or should I keep the secret to myself, but for how long?
I resolve within myself to tell him…he has to know. Tonight.
#Diary of an abused Wife
Written by Okusun Mercy
The proposal came unexpectedly, I am still reeling from the proposal shock. I can’t believe it…I choose not to believe it.
The white gold engagement ring, which felt heavy on my finger, is the stark proof that he did propose to me.
My younger sisters have been “ooh-ing” and “aah-ing” over the engagement ring.
If only they knew!
It has indeed been a night of utter surprise, who knew a date night would turn into a proposal night. My mother can’t stop beaming, as her first child and daughter, she is excited to know that I am getting married.
As I stare at her smiling face, it dawned on me that I haven’t seen my mother smile in a while, since she lost her husband, my father. Her infectious laughter threatens to contaminate me, but I refuse to celebrate in this sham engagement.
My mother noticed I wasn’t smiling, she raises her eyebrow in question at me, and I shrugged in reply. I gave her a little smile and looked down at my finger where the ostentatious ring rested. The ring seems to be mocking me, it seems to say: this is the price for your silence.
The humiliation burns as the images threatens to erupt, I close my eyes to prevent it. I am not strong enough, the images spills from my memory and flashes across as tears rolled down my face.
“Deola” I heard my mother’s soft worried voice call out to me.
“Are you alright?” she asked in concern, I opened my eyes and our gazes locked. I saw concern in her brown eyes, she looked worried and scared. I parted my lips to speak, but no sound came forth.
How do I explain? How do I tell her? I asked myself these questions as her worried eyes roved over my face. My younger sisters had been alerted to my present state and I watched their happiness dim slowly.
“Sister Deola, are you alright?” Bisola, the youngest, asked. I sighed and closed my eyes in shame.
How do I tell them?
How do I tell my mother that her future son-in-law…
… Raped me.
#Diary of an Abused Wife.
Written by Okusun Mercy.
I wish I was there on that night
When the Oracle spoke of might
And gave to men who knew their rights
A chance to spell off the fright.
I wish I was just there to see
What was off men who were just like me
But now are what they claim to be,
Immortals, as no other could be.
I wish I was there to know how
With their might they broke their vows
And their spirits feel somehow
Till they’d been forsaken and banished as the crows.
I wish they knew, they were bound to fall.
I wish they never heeded the call.
I wish he told them about it all.
I wish I never liked them at all.
Wriiten by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
I did things you would never do,
I passed through the long sea’s blue,
Still, my flaws are so dear to you.
You made me pay for the air you breathe,
You made me face fears from which you hid,
At your service my stained blood bleed
But on my flaws you always feed.
For you I ran on endless tracks,
My heart sighs at your deadly tasks,
Like heaven’s pillars my bones cracked,
What are his flaws you always ask.
I worked tirelessly with no pay,
From stream to field and back to the hay,
Even if I worked from black to gray,
He still has a flaw is all you’ll say
Written by: Yusuf damilola
We are seated across from each other
Bearing the cross of one another
In the dim light, we gaze away
Hoping to find an untangled way
He chews mechanically
My heart thumps electronically
Guarded memories threaten to rise to the surface
As he briefly stared at my face
Ashamed, he looks down
Amazed, his heart? I want to own
I want the position of his wife
Even though, I know the idea is rife
We are from worlds apart
Hence, our emotions part
The secret gnaws (at) me
How long would this secret remain hidden?
#Chronicles of Her Choice
Written by : Okusun Mercy.
Emaciated and immersed in futile strive
Wedlock broken, soul sunken
Now scarred, his face sullen
Obinna sat trying to contrive
Sleep was torment beyond words; grim
With Lucifer and lady Karma mocking him
Like melting wax, redemption became slim
Desperately, he sought to get a grip
He found a bitter remedy
Amidst the counsel of sages
The way of the dog,death of egos
So he’d search for first love earnestly
Finding her a memory was the last straw
his tears made even the devil sober
Life could take him no lower
Wanting no more, he called for death’s claw.
Written by:Daodu Deji Cornelius
Witty Quill 2016.