Tuesday, June 8, 2010

My husband

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Yoruba: Iná ńjó ògiri ò sá, ó wá ńgbá geere geere sómi.
Eng: Fire burns and the wall does not run from it; now it moves threateningly towards water. - Yoruba Proverb.
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I am thoroughly excited. I feel like a completely woven basket. I feel like I have now put my patterns in place and my aesthetic is wowing. I am living each day gracefully and with faith, while waiting for my sky to get torn apart!
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Today's post:
{From an embittered woman whose mind is made up}

Maybe I am the only one to admit that next time, I will not marry my husband. Infact, I will curse him the first time I meet him. I am frail and too weak to keep fighting. The only one worse than me is one who has sold her soul to the devil. That man is constantly lying and even the children have begun to doubt my owns stories. I have stopped crying before the in-laws because everyone tells me that I am the liar. 'Stop lying, Andah is not like this.' 'What has Andah done to you? Why do you hate him so much?' But I cannot blame them. He sends half of them to school and builds houses for the other half. Seven or eight times now, I have been to the hospital because he laid his hands on me. When the doctor asked, I told him I had a bad fall or an accident or a kitchen pot fell on my head. Clearly, the doctor does not believe me but he seems not to want to dabble in my affairs. And Andah never apologized for beating me. He always told me that he had to correct me or else, I would go astray. If only Andah would gently tell me that he wants to bring home another wife or confess that Comfort has three children for him, I could consider forgiving him. But he is a pathetic liar. You need to see Andah in church, he fits in like a green snake in green grass. But even the cunning snake cannot beat my husband to it. His hymns are the loudest and he knows all the words. 'If we love one another...' But I swore that before I allow the idiot replace me, I will do what needs to be done. Or what are my hands for? So, I could not take it anymore, when before his family and my father, Andah used his belt to flog me for cooking egusi soup again. "...and go back to your father, let him train you", he added. My father, who speaks very little English, did not really understand. So, after everyone left, I boiled water in my biggest pot and gave Andah a good bath, Now, I am sitting here in this cell and I can hear all the in-laws cursing me from outside. I have begged the police men to keep me here because if they let me go home, I may set something on fire. Or someone. If Andah dies and makes it to heaven, let him explain to God why he is standing there. Because he knows best.

{Things people go through; deep sigh*}................................................................


Living gracefully while waiting for my sky to get torn apart.


Bless,
NakedSha

17 comments:

  1. WOW!

    She is really bitter...

    Dunno what to say

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  2. Wow. Wow. Wow. Nothing like a woman scorned. She didn't know what to do anymore. Now she has to face the consequences.

    You may not know it, but you've touched on "divorce." I'm not an advocate for divorce, but when a man starts beating his wife she needs to move out to a safer environment (not divorce him, but at least move out).

    More grease to your pen dearie :)

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  3. There is only so much a woman can take....good read

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  4. True say: "there's only so much a woman can take".

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  5. Nothing like a woman scorned indeed...

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  6. Truly sad tale. I agree with Jaycee that she needs to move out for her own safety and sanity.

    Not sure if this is fiction or true life so I might not be able to make the appropriate comment.

    I know this sort of this is unfortunately rampant everywhere but taking matters into her hands that way only satisfies for a while. It's not a lasting solution.

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  7. wish I knew if it was fiction/true life too..

    nyz I cant wait 2 hear the pee-esh accent!

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  8. Thank you people for your comments.

    Actually, this is fictitious writing. @Tolu Akanni, ah nothing amazingly spectacular about it.

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  9. FICTITIOUS?!!!Nuf Fair!!!
    Wonder what that mix of accent sounds like...
    Cheers

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  10. That was very good writing, I could feel her. But like others have said, separation and divorce are always options. Hmmm...

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  11. Wonderful writing NakedSha. I've always known you have the gifts within. Keep on stunning us so gbo? lol

    Wait, how do sit down to think of these strange fictions? hahaha

    - LDP

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  12. lol...i know, am not expected to laugh..but i saw some sarcastic comments she made about her hubby..truly, 'hell hath no fury as a woman when scorned!..she had been pushed to the wall..& could not go for divorce because of her kids education & upbringing.. remember, comfort with 3 kids are at the background ready to become lady of the manor & her kids..heirs to the riches..so out of FRUSTRATION, she DEALT her final blow..GBOSA!..hehehe..very enjoyable story..more ink to your pen.

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  13. WOW!Very good read!

    and if this were a true story, i'd GLADLY rep the woman pro bono, he deserved the bath!

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  14. Andah got what he deserved!

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  15. I want to use this opportunity to thank Dr. Olokum for helping me get my lover back after he left me few months ago. I have sent friends and my brothers to beg him for me but he refused that it is all over between both of us but when I met this Dr. Olokum he told me to relaxed that every thing will be fine and really after just a week I got my man back. so thank you so much Olokum. here is the email and phone number of Dr. Olokum LAVEDERLOVESPELL@gmail.com

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