SOUR

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"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. 

Nnamdi ran his little fingers on the red marks on his mother's flesh. She shook with pain and fear. He was angry and picked up the knife his father had just finished using. Without warning, he ran towards his father who was running his palm over his head and facing the window. 


Nnamdi drove the knife into his father's side. The result was a sharp cry and a fall into a quick splash of blood. Nnamdi's eyes went wild with cold fear. He didn't even understand what he had done. 


Mrs Adindu screamed and ran towards her husband with the strength left in her. "Somebody help! Chim o, Biko save me. What have I gotten myself into? Nnam what have you done to your father?" 


She shook her husband vigorously. Great fear gripped her as she watched his sagging body and tear-filled eyes.

As he spoke the words, "Olam(my treasure), I'm sorry. Please forgive me" his breath stopped.


He finally called her Olam(a name they shared in the moments and years of sweetness) after years of suffering at his hand for not producing more children for his lineage. How did they  even get here? She would never have believed that there would be a time when she would refer to her husband as 'Papa Nnamdi'


How did sweet turn sour? 

What went wrong? 

How did our story of sweet love turn to hate; a tale of woes?


*SOUR*

😒🥺😔😒


When certain ingredients that serve as preservatives for the marriage food are lacking, the result will be SOUR. 

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Let's know in the comment section, those ingredients that are vital for the upkeep of marriage. 

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