THE RUE OF A WOMAN ....IN LOVE

I wipe my tears with the edge of my blouse, broken but fulfilled I thought to myself.

I murdered the love of my life, not my fault he deserved to die.

I fell in love with an angel, I thought.

He promised me the world and even more.

The reason I flee away from home.

Mother said he wasn't religious enough,

Father thought saw pretence in his eyes.

Hate and anger filled me then, my parents didn't want me happy I thought.

I ran away with my inamorato. The few days were very peachy.

Just one night , he came home drunk.

He beat me so bad, I could see the gate of heaven.

Even in pains, I begged him, thinking I had done something wrong.

Day after day, he punched me hard, my love had turned a devil overnight.

One very night, he brought 3 men home.

He literally tied me down and allowed each men to get intimate with me.

I screamed and cried, but there was no one to help I prayed for death that day, I just wanted to die. Living was shameful, I was tired of life.

The morning after I was weak and sick.

my husband slapped me out of bed and ordered me to make he and his friends tea.

Yes, I did, I obeyed my husband.

 I served him tea, he complained it wasn't hot enough.

 Just before I could utter a word, he grabbed the mug and splashed the hot beverage on my face.

My eyed burned and my cheeks were on fire.

 I fell to the ground and wept bitterly.

I had become a slave to my supposed heartthrob.

All these ill treatment lasted six months.

Just one evening I realized was pregnant.

He came home that night and I broke the supposed joyful news to him.

He walked towards me, spat on me and called me a whore.

At that point, I made up my mind not to sob .

I put myself together and went to bed.

The morning after, I made him the best breakfast ever.

Breakfast in bed, I served my love.

He ate to his satisfaction and after some minutes he tried to stand.

But he fell back to the bed, clinged onto his belly and cried in pains.

I stood and stared and watched him struggle.

I had poisoned his meal and yes, he was going to die.

 He screamed, yelled and wobbled towards me.

 Just as he was about to grab my left shoulder, he took his last breath and fell to the ground.

 I grabbed my phone and called the cops.

"I just killed my husband" I said to them.

I hung up and begun to weep.

I wiped my tears with the edge of my blouse, broken but fulfilled I think to myself.

I just murdered the man I loved.

I hear the siren , the cops are close.

 Here's my life ending in rue, yes the rue of a woman in love.

Written by: Halimat Odukoya.


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