BATTLES YOU CAN’T WIN
Henry was a good guy
Good enough that I fell for his pickup lines
So sweet were his diction
And he knew how best to satisfy me.
Ooh gosh…
I remember when I touched his abs
So thick and fleshy
He also touched my hair
And even helped braiding it.
To me, all that glittered was gold
Even though I was told
The veil on my face didn’t unfold
– I wasn’t getting married to a friend but a foe.
The aisle came like a flash
The wedding gown and the tuxedos
The bouquet and the menu that was served
Everything was beautiful.
Our first night was glorious
Emphasis on glorious
He took me to the seventh heaven
It was so thralling.
The first days flew by
On a particular day, an argument ensued
he smote my cheek and I collapsed
This was just a tickle to what was coming.
His aggressions grew
He became fierce and wild
Like a rogue, or a tiger set loose
But I stood, and kept on loving him.
I loved this violence
The beatings were like therapy sessions
The farther I tried to go, the closer I became
I was definitely going crazy.
It was until I lost a foetus
Then another one
Then series of miscarriages
I suddenly felt lonely (I needed someone to call me mummy)
So I decided to do the needful
I didn’t run away from the battle
I ended it by loosing to it
Two Ghana must- go bags
– in the hood of my vintage Carina
I zoomed off
And I’m still zooming
Drinking british whiskey and eating some fruits
And the car furniture smelling of overiped mangoes
To hell with love
To heaven with this single life thing
My mind and heart agreed on this
And they declared me Free.
– Ayòbámi ❤️
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