Circumstances forces as to make wild decisions we are not intended to make. We believe the right thing should be done but when unfortunate situations becomes too had to resist, we are cornered to make various heart breaking decisions that we never
Life is very difficult for people who can’t even raise a cup of clean water to drink, so when they get a chance to have a full diner, they don’t waste time arriving at the hard choice.
The thought of getting rich is everyone’s dream but how to get it is the push everyone needs. If the rich uncle, friend and father decides not to help you make that dream a reality, you become adamant and ignorant, throwing all sorts of words at him. May be, they were trying to protect you from the hard choice they made to get there. But our ego and selfish motion wants nothing but to get the game, fame, power, money and luxury life, our thoughts is all we think of.
It was late in the night when the sounds of birds stopped, echoed stopped and frog’s unwarranted voices became the siren hitting right at our door. He kept pounding on how long this life has to treat us before we can make it. His voice was full of sadness and anger. He dreamt of mansions, his famous Bentley, the life he wants for our yet to be born child and subsequent ones. He had genuine mindset I thought.
His humbleness was what lead me to him when he first proposed love. I knew barely nothing about him but he was everything for me. He had no richness, power, and fame but his jokes alone made me want to be his woman till old age and going six feet together. He showed me he was faithful. May be, I was blind to know poverty can make him one side and money can make him another side.
He hold me tightly and pressed me firmly to his chest, we kissed and he whispered how we could have been sitting by a pool side drinking exotic champagne if not for poverty. He made poverty seem like a sin, you get in, and you are bound into it forever.
Though he has never tasted money and wealth before, but the abstract from his smiles when he talks makes me so depressed how poor life has made him the laughing stock.
Anytime he went to the square to fetch water, people laughed at him and called him names. It wasn’t his fault because I was heavy in pregnant life and I couldn’t do house choices. He has wanted a maid for me, but we barely survive two square meals a day, so where was he going to get the money to pay the maid and where was the maid going to live? In our one bedroom divided kitchen mud house? No I thought.
After feeling the warmth of his arms and the kisses that made my unborn baby settle peacefully in my womb, I told him something I shouldn’t have.
He used that night to get that information from me. It was my end when he heard all the pieces of the puzzle. He joked around it but he in deed did it. May soul told me not to tell him. I was blind by the love, affection, comfort and care he gave me every night as we laid on our tarred mattress with no bed frame.
You remember how we went to the farm and I nearly collapsed? He looked deep into my eyes and gave me the frustration look he got that day. He grab me back to his chest and recounted how I almost got him killed. I never ever dreamt of doing that to him again because it almost killed his soul that day.
It wasn’t my fault that day, I had a strange feeling that something bad was about to happen.
We got home from the farm and our only goat we were hoping to give birth and sell for my labour operation was gone. I didn’t blame the thieves because I knew down in my spirit, who did it. Off course it was that guy, our landlord. But we couldn’t do anything because we owed him rent for two years. We didn’t complain and we didn’t call him to ask because he promised heaven and earth to take that goat if we don’t settle our debts.
I asked him if he loves me, he lied about it and I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it because I wanted another round of that sweet feelings blessed for marriage couples. He gave me his best and I could even hear the heartbeat of my unborn baby telling me to slow down, I couldn’t because it was the best feeling ever that night. He was on a whole level of new spirit. He did it for more than ten minutes and that was the longest he had lasted since we moved together.
He was my beast that night. All I could think about was, I need to do something before I lose this sweet caring man because of poverty. Whiles he was giving me those sweet heaven feelings, I promised myself to tell him and show him how we can end our poor life. Before I could even say his name, he rested on my unborn baby and told him not to worry. My heart and body was all in sweat as my brains felt the warm and comfort he gave my womanhood.
Womanhood is all about he been able to satisfy you. If he can’t satisfy you, why waste time with him? Poverty did not deprive me of receiving my womanhood enjoyment, he was my lion every night and we did it every day because we had nothing else to do. He loved my styles and I loved how long he lasted. Those connections never seized because we were married in heart, in spirit and in poor life.
The spiritual man told me in my dreams, I should just come and he will help us. It was a dream I kept having ever since poverty became our friend in our marriage. I narrowed my narration and he was supposed to be supportive so he did exactly that. We were in agreement to go see the man in the land we have never set foot at. I used charcoal and was able to draw all the way on the ground.
He asked around and we finally made it there alive and kicking. The man laughed when he saw me, you shouldn’t have come he said but is all well you did. You will witness real love today. He took us to his shrine full of wines and empty bottles. He kept saying words of no understanding. I spoke three languages and none was what he spoke. He gave us water to drink, it tasted like blood but it was colourless as water and possessed no scent.
Few minutes into our sitting, he instructed us to tell our end and how we plan on going back. To him, no one comes to his place and goes back to the home they came back from. It’s either you locate or build a new one. We told him, that won’t be a problem.
He spoke parables but it narrated itself to us. All he meant after his twenty minutes lectures was, one has to sacrifice a blood before we can make it. Either one of us or we both, but the good news was that I was pregnant so the unborn baby became our choice.
He told me and my husband, you can still have babies but none will grow past forty years from today. Our generation will rise in richness but none of them will grow past forty. It was ok with us so I gave the gift ahead as my husband nodded. Thank heavens I said, my heart was pounding furiously because I couldn’t risk losing my husband. I love that liar so much and he betrayed me.
The man instructed I give birth that instant. I was almost nine months ready but labour was not due. He gave me a portion to drink and I was able to deliver right there. I did it for the man I loved, so he can have his richness, power, fame, wealth and comfort. He was supposed to use the baby so our lives could have changed and his dreams could have come through.
After delivery, he looked me in the eye and lied about how glad he was happy to have me. I have helped him become a man. He gave the baby to the spiritualist and whiles I laid there recovering from lost in strength from the push, he took the knife and took out my heart. He did it without hesitation. The tricked me. I gave him everything, and he suddenly did it to me.
He had the baby in his hands, he could have used it and we could have made other babies, though none will live past forty but it was all cool with me.
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He didn’t want anyone to see his wealth is from other sources but not hard work. He sacrificed me so no one will question his source of wealth. My baby was too small to know, all she will grow up and see is her father’s fame and power. My life was left out of the equation I set and initiated.
He valued no one knowing anything about his wealth over my life. I was the driver of this whole richness and he did it to me.
I was buried piece by piece to make his money come over and in abundance. My grave became money for him to endure with other women. My spirit can never sleep. Until I get justice, I am an unwanted being on earth.