Impact

"Ewooo, ewooo, papa Nnamdi, Biko oo. You will kill me today. Chai, Chineke merem ebere(God, have mercy on me)" Mrs Adindu screamed as whips from Mr Adindu's belt made their painful rhythmic moves up and down her succulent light skin.  "It is me that married you and not any other person. I have told you not to expose this body anyhow." "Since you have refused to give me more children, I don't understand what you are using this body for up and down" he spat on.  When her husband was satisfied with his daily dose of lashing her, she dragged her limping body to a corner and was grateful for the succour of her dear son, Nnamdi.  The little boy of 5years dragged the edge of his oversized shirt and wiped his mother's eyes, pulling her head close to his bulgy stomach.  He was already used to the daily show except that today, this man was pounding against his mother even harder. He did not only use his belt, he used knife to cut through her skin.  Nnamd...

  I wish you would see the sadness layered in my eyes I wish you would understand the silent groan when I speak I wish that I could speak up the truth that has become my daily pain I wish that this daily dose of pain would spill out I wish that my hands could fight off the silencing grip of the past that has wrapped my mouth I wish I could quench the storm raging in my mind They force their way to my mouth Alas! there's a bridge of fear to freedom For freedom would mean shame, pain, open wounds and scars Freedom would mean courage to face the world  To tell a tale of woes and regrets A tale of forced merciless triumph of unwanted pleasure Masked face, half truth, half lie Where bright eyes tell of sad tales Unspoken dreams ,fading away As I am forced to chew back my words Regurgitating over the years, chewing the cud like a cow Maybe I'll keep silent till the day I die Until then, I'll fight for my freedom When justice will speak without borders ©Pentolife May you find heal...