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It comes a time in life when you get tired of being submissive to someone who usually treats you like ‘just another stranger’. The ‘anger in you’, the ‘bile in your throat’ keeps getting bitter and bitter as the feelings become more and more pronounced. You can’t continue anymore. You are bored of being the submissive type you were. It reaches a time when you unleash your zeal and break free off the troubles of love.
Jane Wambui has been married for almost 6 years now. She is in an abusive marriage. She has been suffering since their second year of marriage. Her husband has been a complete opposite since the day he ganged up with a group of ‘drinkers’ and ‘boozers.’ The beatings, the loud noises, her ceaseless painful screams, her daily wet pillow covers, her careless husband has been the talk of the estate ever since.
It started out in the coastal beach
We wrote our names on the sand
Not even the stormy wind would erase it
Where you made a scenery of the beauty of love
A drama of love well-rehearsed and played
You made your knees crumble down to the soil
Made my eyes witness the golden moment of the ring
A ring of lies you gave me and slipped it in my finger
All a circle of lies slipped in my hand
My heart skipped to be part this moment of melodious tunes
I prayed and hoped the sun would not set
I jumped and squirmed in anticipation when the words struck my ears
I felt your hands wipe away the loneliness I had
Felt warm, my heart skipped all night
The sun rose you made me stand beside the window and watch the horizon
You awoke all senses in me
Made me smell the sweet aroma of love that is beautiful
But now all those moments are dead
My heart now weeps beeping that it craves someone
Craves that fragrance of eternal love
Anguishing for that cup of roses which stole my heart
Where skies were blue and my heart experienced that magic born of love
That love faded into thin air
Drilling the love left to a zone of anger
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Waking up early in the morning
All I have left is a picture of you
In my mind your image ravenously taking away the good memories
Not even a scratch or scrap is left
All the memories drift to the night you left
When you slipped out like a thief
Left me holding the pillow thinking it was you
The pillow soaked in tears
That never seem to dry
Your memories rowing like a boat
A boat abandoned in the waters
All I have is the note you left at the doorstep
Not caring someone would pick it or it would just be swept away by rainfall
A Damn note written by a blunt pencil
Love razed to ashes
THE DUSK OF JAKE AND ABIGAIL
Abigail and Jake had been married for some time. A colorful wedding had just been successful barely two years ago. Jake was a specialty in Neurosurgery while Abigail was an Economist. Jake’s routine was so tight because he could even be called in the night to perform an emergency surgery. Abigail would report home very early at about 4pm. She was a business lady. She would close her job early and report home. On reaching home, she would occasionally prepare a meal for her 6 month old son and also her husband. Her husband, Jake would report home at unexpected time.
He would sometimes get home at around 10pm onwards. When sleeping on their wedding bed, he would be called during the sweetest part of the night and get out. This wasn’t so pleasing to Abigail. She hated it. Jake made it sure that he spared one day in the middle –week and also the weekends to spend ample time with his family.
This didn’t make Abigail any better. She kept complaining to her inner self. She decided to break the ice to Jake. She waited until Jake had seated on the dining table area.
‘Jake, I feel you aren’t fulfilling in this relationship. I get so lonely staying alone all along. What happened to the promises we made during our colorful wedding?’ Abigail said as she sat directly opposite to Jake.
‘Abigail, my love’ he came closer and held her shoulders as she cuddled her. ‘I have been sparing some ample time for you in the course of the week. I just can’t make it every day because of the job place. I also feel it too but what am I supposed to do? I just don’t want to lose you’ he said as he carried her upstairs to the bathroom.
Abigail smiled and she kissed Jake. She slowly pulled Jake towards the bathroom area and made him undress. They then entered in the hot bathtub. Despite bathing, they spent an entire two-hours having a good time. Abigail had missed it. Jake had also missed it too.
As days and months accelerated, Abigail had started testing the waters of her fellow colleagues in her place of work. She had started cheating on her husband. Despite the fact that Read the rest of this entry
Rage was burning inside her. She got her clutch and car keys and got out of the mansion. The outside atmosphere was cold and the sounds of crickets combined with those of weird night-birds were evident at her massive compound.
It was at 9 pm.
She quickly got outside the garage and within seconds, a Ford Mustang got out of the garage and soon, she was driving at a certain estate called Bentakara. It was a rich estate where only those who had a reasonable amount of cash could afford to rent a mansion there.
She had been living in Bentakara earlier when her relationship with his husband was full of life and abyss fun until a lady called Nora engulfed her sweet life.
The car halted at the gate of her marital home. She sat transfixed on the seat and gradually, the sweet memories of her earlier life started consuming her. She started flashbacking the episodes of sweet love she had enjoyed with her husband Barrack.