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THE ANIMAL IN THEM by Elijah Alade #Germane

He did sit and do nothing.
He waited on his wife’s peanut insurance
While others were giving 45m assurance.
The only thing he did was to give her painful moaning
And add some punches to make it end in mourning.
This usually happened when She was set for work in the morning

“What happened? “they’d ask.
It was a bike accident.
She continued to bask
In her predicament.

But NO, it wasn’t for long.
She turned wild one of these days
When he began his animalistic acts:
She passed a sharp knife through him
Off he fell like a lion shot by a hunter

He was wild!
She was wilder!
What will become of their children?
They are witnesses.

LOST by
Opeyemi Adesina

Nine months
Heated to be human
Walked on legs not mine
A pampering world I thought
Forlorn, all I got

Brilliant
Never failed
But, never the first
The cause of my annual pain

In love
Strange cause of my action
Blind to the cut and tears and whip and torture of heart chase

Growing
Already damaged

By the way I was taught.

 

FLEE FROM THE BEAST by Tanimola Femi Emmanuel #Femkeyz

“`She wakes up battered
Swollen face,tortured and sad soul as always
She has her heart shattered
Still She strives to smile in anguish all days
Who is she?.,Iya Bashira!

Why would you not give yourself Peace of mind?
why rebel against the brutal baba Bashira?
You’re a woman and shall never have a say
What’s wrong when a man disciplines his wife?
Alas!, these are the words of the society where nothing works,should she endure for life?
Is it until she takes her last breath?

He who will always beat you and send little bashira rigorous works
He who derives plenty pleasure in violence
Would you not just let him hold his post as the beast of the house?
Think about Bashira
Don’t let her be bred in emotional agony!
Let her feeble mind not be tortured!

If for no reason,consider your fragile daughter,
And for your good life,let him have his ways
Create Cute and lovely world of happiness for yourself
Just leave him till the beast in him dies,
Then there shall be tangible tranquility!

And to you wild beast,have you no heart?
If your home is in disarray and void of peace
You are as good as dead!,have you no brain to think?
Desist from your evil ways before it’s too late
Do not ruin your own future!““

 

By Hannah Jagiri :

Lying on the floor reminiscing,reminiscing on how I met the beast,It was on a cold Saturday, a night for lovers,I met him at a dinner party, he had the looks every lady wants,his lips begged to be kissed,and his eyes held a million emotions. We began dating, we were love sick,I was stupid in love. His proposal was epic,I found it romantic, he proposed on a cruise ship,he made me feel special with the love poem he wrote for me. We got married in a little church, spent our honeymoon lost in each other’s embrace. After two years of marriage,you decided to show your beastly nature, the lips you got drunk kissing is now sore from the slaps you generously give, The body you once traced with your tongue is filled with purple and black bruises due to the countless beatings and the body part you so worshipped has turned to a playground you forcely enter. With a blood shot eye and a broken arm,it has become quite evident that I married a beast.

 

THE LAST TIME SHE CRIED by Hannah Jagiri 
The last time she cried
Rosy cheeks turned life’s fool
The last time she cried
Enchanting eyes turned ocean of regrets

I watched her from afar
I watched her make muffled noises ,So as not to wake her life support
I watched her hide the scars underneath heavy layers of war paint
I now know where she gets her beauty marks

The last time she cried,I saw the way she kept staring at the knife
Like the way Christians look up to Jesus
The last time she cried,I couldn’t watch much longer,I had to go to her
Such an enchanting smile she gave me when she said
“Baby,the monster can’t hurt us no more, he is locked in our memories”
That was when I saw him,lying in the pool of his own blood

The last time she cried
Was the last she ever cried.

 

MY LIFE: BROKEN AND SHATTERED by Babatunde Sodiq Olalekan #Nebu

I opened my eyes finally after four days of being in a state of coma only to find different tubes and wires connected to my body. I wanted to sit down properly but the intense pain that shoots into my body and the raging headache in my head drew me back. Then I started thinking of the reason why I was lying so helplessly. I racked my blank brain several times but nothing was coming forth and I was already giving up when I remembered!. I remembered and I strongly wished I could close my eyes and die and go to somewhere very far where pains and the troubles of life will not reach me.
The story of my life is very complicated and saddening that I cant even talk to people about it but write on this piece of paper to at least ease my heart from it’s burdens and tell the world how I have been molested, maltreated and mistreated by my witch of a wife. Do not let me bore you with the emotions and thoughts running through me but rather delve into the story of my life.
My name is Sunmola Oluwagbenga. I am twenty years old. I was born into a poor family of seven who couldn’t even manage to eat two times in a day. I am the last born of my parents and the only male child. My parents struggled to make sure I have everything I want thereby denying my sisters of their needs. Everything I touch becomes mine, all I wish for comes to reality, I don’t want this anymore, I want another one were the only words in my mouth then. My parents did everything to make sure I am always more than satisfied even if they had to go beg or steal because I was their only male child. Little did I know that they were doing more harm to me than good and will later contribute to the mishaps and calamity that has made my life turned upside down.
I grew up to be a spoilt poor kid among my sisters who also grew up to hate me as I was the only one getting every attention.I was the only one enrolled into a school as my father would say “Girls end up in the kitchen school or no school” My sisters were always there to terrorize and beat the hell out of my life when my parents are not around then I run into their arms crying when they come back telling them how I have been treated. My father would take his deadly koboko out and flog everyone of them until our poor house is full of wailings and bitter cries. Yet, my sisters didn’t stop making my life a hellish one until I left home for my secondary school.
It was really difficult leaving home for my boarding secondary school. I couldn’t bear parting with my parents whom I was so much attached to but we parted with tears and farewell when the bus moved. My stay in secondary school was really more than a hell for me. Though I pass my exams well enough, I was a quiet, shy and reserved boy who likes doing things on his own but this did not go down well with the other students. I went through so many beatings and bullying from them and I particularly feared the girls the most because they remind me of my sisters back home. I was a weakling who only depends on his parents for protection and care.
My trials really began when my parents couldn’t afford to pay for my junior school waec examination. They had rallied round all to no avail until one of the persons whom my mother does laundry for, Mrs Ajeleti Rebecca, a middle aged wealthy woman who has a seventeen year old niece,Bola, decided to assist when my mother ran to her for help. The woman didnt stop in just paying for my junior waec, she also helped in other expenses like feeding, pocket allowance, textbooks and materials, everything to the extent that she even enrolled my sisters into schools and sends money to my parents every week for up keeping. She was really a God sent angel who eased my family’s sufferings and took poverty away from us. I became so much attached to her too like I did with my parents and i worshipped her like a goddess. It was after the completion of my secondary school that she dropped the bombshell to my parents…She wanted her niece to marry me!!!. We were of the same age!!!. My family was flabbergasted, as something like that is so unheard of. The woman threatened to take away every thing she has given us and jail my parents for any charge she can nail them with if I refuse to marry her niece, Bola.
As a weakling again, who cant think or decide for himself, I was given in marriage to Bola by my parents who cajoled me into accepting as I was told we will never become poor again as far as I’m married to her. My dear readers you may be doubting or wondering if this really happened. It did! It happened!!. Bola was a terror from the beginning and she assumed the role of the husband while I took up the role of the wife. She used me like a rag, like a piece of trash, like I’m nothing but an animal. I run errands for her, cook soups, clean the house, get raped by her anytime, anywhere. My wife made me do things that are unthinkable and I get beaten to a pulp each time I aroused her anger. I reported her to her aunt once but she waved it away and told me point blank to keep my mouth shut about it. My parents of course, advised me to keep enduring as the money will stop coming to them if I end the marriage. Bola made my life a living hell for three good years and I continued to take it all until that fateful day when matters came to a head.
I had slept off on the sofa in the sitting room after a tiring day, working in the house. Bola had entered seeing me sleeping. She woke me up with a deafening slap that can make a ghost rise from the grave, shouting obscenities at me. I jolted up with a shock and was so angry for the first time in my life that I slapped her back three times!!!. Bola was dazed for a moment, then she ran furiously into the kitchen and came out with a sharp knife gliittering with light at the edge and before I could stop her or say jack, she sticked the knife straight into my manhood in her mad fury. Before I could feel the pain, she removed the knife with force and stabbed me again in my stomach, and she kept on stabbing and stabbing. My whole body was in sharp acute intense pains and I fell down unconscious in my own pool of blood only to open my eyes and find myself in an hospital.
I will try my best to put back the broken pieces of my life together though I cant urinate on my own again except with tubes. I will divorce the devilish girl of a wife and run away from my parents. It may be difficult….I don’t know what will be in stock for me in the future. All I know is that I will struggle to stand up on my feet and fight against domestic violence of other people like me. Its not too late.
Will you do the same? My dear readers….

 

CHAMELEON by Adewuyi Samson #Zamzon

Looking back now
It all comes back
The forgotten tribulation
Like a new convert

Father left too early
Mother replaced with a monster
His words are like the talons of a dragon
And his breath as foul as an assembly of zombies

Father he is openly
But privately becomes a decorator
Battering me with punches and slaps
Lying to mom about the marks lest worse happens to me

To mama he’s the figure of a perfect father
But alas! A wolf in human guise
Mama leaves and he reveals it all
Like a raging bull he batters and ram

Home becomes prison
Mama becomes far
Gradually losing her to the Minotaur
Eventually hopeless but a home?

I wish I can vanquish this Minotaur
Oh how I wish I can make mama see it all
How I wish she can listen to me
Oh how I wish to escape it all

LIKE A DREAM by Adebayo Muheez Adekunle #Diamond
Running down my cheeks are oceans of tears
As I am a victim of fears.
I have lived in the shadow of hapiness
I have experienced nothing but sadness.
My tender age was full of trauma,
My home was never void of daily drama.

All what the monster of a father could give us was suffering.
Not a day passes without mother getting beaten.
I have witnessed this terror in a state of innocence
Which has made me lose my confidence.
Beating, punching, slapping, kicking
These were our daily routines.

Every night mother would always cry,
Until the tears eventually became dry.
It was right in front of me when it all happened ;
When he inserted into her stomach, the iron sharpened
My mouth was wide open looking on the floor, her lifeless body.
There, I knew everything would end in jeopardy.

I became furious ,
I charged at him like a mad dog ready to devour.
I didn’t know when I slit the throat of the monster
And there, I began to shiver.
I closed my eyes and the light went dim
And everything seem all like a dream.

 

 To my Long Lost Lover! by Zaheir

He pulls your hair
He slaps your face
He hits your head
He stomps your belly
He kicks you on the floor
He uses you as his toy
Tosses you away when he’s had fun
Yet, you love him so much
Said you didn’t have the strength
To walk right out the door
There’s blood on your face
Everything hurts and all you can do is cry
You “made him mad”
Anytime is the right time for him
In the Kitchen, the Doorway, the Stairs
You get bruised if you resist
So this is what he does
I wish I knew his reason why
Your heart won’t let you leave him and it hurts too much to try
I wonder if this is how your life will be
From now until you die
He says he’s sorry
He takes you in his arms
He even starts to cry
Deceptive Devil of the netherworlds
You tell him you forgive him and that
everything is fine
You’re a clown, you’re only safe
For now at least, because I know
It will happen again in time.

THOUGHTS OF A BOY by Mahrez

Must you always fight?
Must the neighbors always give us uninvited visitations?
Must we always create a scene?
Why do we have to keep on being a laughing stock to the whole world?
Fights all day, fights all night!

Coming back home from school, is like going back to a War field
He doesn’t feed me with foods,only with millions of slaps daily
What he feeds you with is millions of punches daily
That drunkard will always make life hell for us,even the neighbors
Fights all day, fights all night!

Life has become an action movie for me
I go to school with bruised face and tortured feelings
I get to school painfully smiling at the discouraged teacher
Because I am an epitome of distraction,home is a wrestling pitch
Fights all day,Fights all night

Father, a drunkard, a fighter, a beast
Mother, a rebel, a psycho and a non-challant being
What a deadly match,
How can there be peace?
Fights all day, fights all night

My life is in disarray
My world is as dark as death
I’m in trauma times
Why me?,Should I blame myself for coming into their home?
How I wish!,how I really wish I was far from them maybe my world won’t be this awful!
Fights all day, Fight all night!

What more can I do?
I think I will just get going with my life as an orphan
I shall shift away from them till the time comes when they either die or get well together
O God help me, this is such a dilemma, I’m in pains, I’m in confusion, I need help
Hear my humble cry o God!

 

ARE THESE YOUR PROMISES?  by Lhexxzydbard

“You again, Adebimpe what is your problem? In just a week you have been reported over seven times for picking fights with your fellows,” Dr. Ogundotun, Adebimpe’s principal yells at her as her class teacher, Mrs. Bankole brings another complain about her.

Adebimpe is a girl in her late teens who lives with her nuclear family in a big bungalow located at the outskirt of Igodun estate. Mr and Mrs Anjola have been together for over 20 years. Their family is blessed with three beautiful girls of which Adebimpe is the eldest followed by Fola and Funke who are in the boarding house.

Adebimpe is an intelligent girl, her teachers since her primary school days often decorate her with special accolades amidst other students. Her consistent distinction makes her enviable before her fellow who try fervently to overcome her. She has never went against the law while she was a student of Adelabu Memorial Private schools where she had her primary education.

Her new behaviour bewilders her Government teacher who has always been her evening tutor since her primary school days. Mrs. Sola knows her to be a dove, she remembers the nick she used to regard her in those days. “What has come over this young girl? I must see her”, she concludes.

Mrs. Sola sends for Adebimpe during the lunch break. Adebimpe is presently in action, she is filling Kunle, a male student with some mud. Kunle had just stepped beyond his bound, he asked Adebimpe out, promised her a lot; he promised to love her, take care of her and never will he break her heart. Adebimpe gets infuriated anytime she hears that utterance, she becomes weird whenever her ears were been told such. She unleashed her anger as she beats hell out of the poor boy. Her firm fist never missed it way, it is as if Anthonio Joshua had overwhelmed her. In a blink, Kunle is lying in the mud while Adebimpe feeds him the mud like a mother feeding her baby. ” Senior Adebimpe!!! Mrs. Sola is calling you…” A junior student said to Adebimpe. She let go off him, checked her uniform realised it is dirty, she ran to the school mosque hurriedly although she is not a Muslim, she is sure to find water available for her there. She goes to the ladies gent, put off her white top, washes it then squeezes it to drain the water. She wears it then left for Mrs. Sola’s office.

“Why have you arrived late? I just sent someone else to call you. Why are you sweating profusely? And your top is wet” as she touches the tip of her blouse. “Did you fight again?” She inquires this time with her heart already accumulating anger. Adebimpe in awe, nods in response. Mrs. Sola sighed, why must you fight everyone? Why have you forgot your dovelike attitudes? What has come over you? Do you know this attitude of yours is affecting your academics, I checked your mock result it was woeful, you have gone below our expectations. Please I would want you to mend your ways. If you have anything bothering you, feel free to tell me, remember you are my friend and a friend in need is a friend indeed”, Mrs. Sola said to her. With a cloudy eyes and a strained voice, she rsponds that she is okay, she appreciates her teacher and left in a sober mood.

Mrs. Sola is surprised and she begins to wonder what could be going wrong with her favourite student. The voice of the principal jolts her back to reality: “GET THE SECRETARY TO PREPARE AN EXPULSION LETTER…!” He peeped through the window which is adjacent to the principal’s office, he sights Mrs. Bankole coming towards the main office. She asked what the problem was with the principal as Mrs. Bankole sits on a chair. She responds that Adebimpe was just reported to have beaten a student to stupor during the lunch break.

As though, she had been preparing for such occurrence, Mrs. Sola runs to the principal’s office, at the entrance of the office she sees Adebimpe kneeling under the scorching sun. She enters the principal’s office explains why she had come to visit him. She pleads that Adebimpe should not be expelled, she advised that the school subside her punishment to suspension, she believed she would change since that was not how she behaved right from time. The principal, although still angry decides to handle the issue with patience. He asked the secretary to prepare a week suspension letter for Adebimpe while he put a call through to her father.

“Where is that witch?” Adebimpe’s father bellowed as he stepped out of his Lexus 350, he calls Adebimpe and her mother witch. He complains that Mrs. Anjola, his wife had sacrificed all the male children in her womb in her fraternity. He is always ranting foul words, curses on them anytime he arrives from work.

Mr. Anjola had received a call from Adebimpe’s principal earlier in the afternoon. This becomes the topic for today’s ranting. He called out Adebimpe’s name, who comes out of her room but greeted with two thunderous slaps, she lost balance. He yelled at her for embarrassing her. Mrs. Anjola reflexively shouts at her husband, hurls a lot of abusive words at him, before she could move close to her daughter, Mr. Anjola pounced on her like a tiger set to devour it’s prey. He left the home in anger. The gatekeeper after opening the gate for him to go out, he locked it. He runs inside to help the mother and daughter get up, he already takes this as a ritual while his chorus is: ‘madam, no cry again, e go beta’.

It’s been three days since Mr. Anjola left his family, his wife is worried and excited. ‘…at least there is no one around to nag at me and my daughter, but where could he be?’ becomes the statement running through her mind each day. She hears a knock, ‘who could that be?’ she wonders, ‘that can not be my husband, he doesn’t knocks, he barges in like a thief every time’ she moves to the door, opens it and gives a sigh of relief as Mrs. Abodurin enters the apartment. She sees Mrs. Anjola face swollen. He did this to you again? She inquires. She had advised that Mrs. Anjola visits the Women Emancipation Centre to state her case. But Mrs. Anjola has always rejected the advice. Adebimpe comes out of her room, she is surprised to see her mum’s friend. Her heart is filled with disappointment as she greets her mum’s friend. Mrs. Abodunrin is also surprise to see her at home at such a time and day. She inquires why she is not in school, Adebimpe avoiding her face responds that she was suspended for fighting her colleagues in school. Adebimpe cries as she explains this, Mrs Abodunrin consoles her and assures her that she will visit her school on her behalf.

“Now, to you Mrs. Lover (sarcastically) do you see that your problem is affecting your daughter psychologically? Well that’s just by the way, I have come to tell you that your husband came to the hospital today with a pregnant lady, they came for a scan. If I am not mistaken, the lady should be in her eight or nineth month. I think it is high time you took off the blindfold over your eyes and get a soectacle. You must visit the Women Emancipation Centre. Will you persevere until you lose your life? Can’t you see you are already becoming old at your mid age”, Mrs. Abodunrin said to Adebimpe’s mother. Mrs. Anjola weeps as she listen to her, she begins to recounts the promises made by her husband: “I promise to love you in sunny and rainy season, to take good care of you, never to break your heart…” Mrs. Abodunrin cuts her short. You better get yourself together and get dressed while we head straight to the organization’s office. She leaves for her room, changes her skirt and blouse to a turquiose blue gown, she covers her hair and they drove out in Mrs. Abodunrin’s car. Mr. Anjola barges in thirty minutes after they left the home. He begins to yell at the top of his voice his wife’s name, Adebimpe responds that her mother had gone out. He leaves the sitting room for his room. “You! where is my food?” He bellowed at Adebimpe. “It is in the dinning,” she responds in awe. Mr. Anjola goes to the dinning, will I serve myself? Adebimpe already knows what her father is driving at, she knows he is trying to get a little mistake from her, she rushed hastily to the dinning served the food. Mr. Anjola smacks her for mistakenly making a drop of water gets to the table. You can’t do without giving your fellow witches their share of my food and water just like your mother.

Mrs. Anjola arrives to meet her husband waiting at the entrance in an infuriating mood, his eyeballs already turn red as a result of being overwhelmed by anger. “Where are are you coming from?” He inquires. She did not respond, this makes him losses his temper, he beats her until he gets tired. He takes a cool shower then goes to bed while his wife weeps over the excruciating pain she feels.

An hour later, Mr. Anjola receives a call that his second wife has just been taken to the hospital, she will be delivery soon. In less than forty-five minutes, he arrives the hospital in a quite and uneasy mood. The doctor welcomes him warmly and announce to him that his wife has just been delivered of a beautiful baby girl. He sighs in dejection, he becomes sad and filled with weariness as the doctor announced the arrival of the beautiful girl. He quietly goes into the ward to see his wife. He looks at her then stares at the sleeping little baby. He could not hold the tears forming on his face any longer, he cries like a baby for all he had done to his first wife.

He went home the next day, he had just received a message from the Women Emancipation Centre. His gate keeper hands him a letter, he reads it, put a call through to his lawyer. He has just been charged for domestic abuse.

After series of hearings and adjournment Mr. Anjola is found guilty and sentence to a jail term of six month or to pay a fine of seven hundred thousand Naira.

“`THE END“`


Germane

Elijah studied English in University Of Ilorin. He has ardour for writing poems and short stories; he has over a hundred pieces in these genres to his name. He nicknamed himself "Germane" as a result of his frequent use of the English word. He says: "Art is my heart".

7 Comments

Gracie · May 4, 2018 at 10:36 pm

Gracie was here..😊 I enjoyed every piece.. You all are belligerently revolutionary.. Keep it up..😙😙

Primacy · May 5, 2018 at 12:30 am

What words! What lines!

👍👍👍👍

Rahmon Olaniyi Waliulahi · May 5, 2018 at 7:21 am

May the hands that scribble this soar higher. I enjoy the piece all.

omoakim · May 5, 2018 at 7:23 am

wow………………. you guys really busted my brain. anticipating for more of this. let d world knw this, its such a crucial matter

rawbeew · May 5, 2018 at 7:51 am

Fantastic, keep the ball rolling guys!

Deena Hepa · August 30, 2018 at 4:25 am

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