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The Dream

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I smiled in pure joy and happiness as I watched are Adeyinka grovel at my feet, with his eyeballs in my hands begging for mercy. I threw my head back and laughed, he thought he escaped me. He thought I would forget what he did. “Please. I already said I was sorry!!!” “But sorry isn’t enough, is it? You killed my sister.” “I didn’t kill her. She died in during childbirth.” “True. But your actions pushed her to it.” Yinka laughed, and the sight of him laughing with blood pouring out of his sockets seemed comedic to me and I began to laugh too. “You didn’t remember she was your sister when you were happily bouncing on my cock, did you?” I stopped laughing, and a tear rolled down my cheek. “I’m wrong too, and that is a mistake I will pay for with my life. I’ll make sure of it. But before that, you’ll pay first.” I grabbed the half-full gallon of fuel I had kept in the corner of the room, and began to pour it
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Dear Journal: Would I end up like my mother?

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Dear journal, Would I end up like my mother? Angry, desolate, single in my marriage, emotionally and physically abused, hopeless, sick and waiting on some divine power to turn back the hands of the clock so I can re-write my past. Waiting on some divine power to heal me… make me whole. Would I end up like my mother? In a performative marriage, with performative children who I would try to mould their lives to fit who I had planned to be. Would I end up like my mother trying to live through my children rather than let them forge their own path…let them be architects of their own destiny? Would I end up like my mother? Angry at the world and blaming everyone and everything but myself for decisions and sacrifices that I was solely responsible for making? Would I end up like her wishing I had kept contact with certain people and wondering what had become of them? Would I remember the “good old days” that were characterize
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The wife, the mistress and the baby.

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I grimaced at the ugly, disgusting and dirty little brat that lay in my arms and sucked at my breasts. It was just an hour old and I was seconds away from throwing it across the room. Why? It was a physical representation of my pain, of the void that lay in my heart and the empty flat I would be returning to. I looked down at the unfortunate twat and had the urge to hurt it. I wanted to run my finger nails across its face severally until it became a bleeding mess and unrecognizable. Much like my life. I wanted to bend its palm backwards until it’s wrist snapped and broke. I wanted to hurt it as bad as it had hurt me. I smiled at the mental image that it created in my head, it was satisfying. But more than I wanted to kill this baby, I wanted to kill his father. I wondered if he was with his mistress right now. His wife just pushed out his baby and not a single second could be spared for her. My eyes bl
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My man: My sister’s husband.

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What’s better than fucking your sister’s boyfriend?Fucking your sister’s husband. What’s better than fucking your sister’s husband? Fucking him on his wedding night. What’s better than fucking him on his wedding night? Fucking him on his matrimonial bed while his brand new wife is knocked out from an overdose of sleeping pills. She’ll be fine. Would probably wake up very dizzy and disoriented, but it was a small price to pay for the pleasure that was coursing through me. I and Tunji developed a connection the very first time we laid eyes on each other. My sister had finally brought him home and introduced us. I stared into his chocolate eyes and felt every part of me come to life. I felt my nipples harden, juices flooded my cunt. And in that moment, I just knew that I had to have him. Fuck the consequences. The way his eyes had dropped down to my very full chest, and was fixated on my hardened
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You never truly forget your first.

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I guess it’s true what they say. You never truly forget your first love. I sighed and dug my feet deeper into the sand of Elegushi beach where it had all began. The place where we met. The place where we fell in love…and made that stupid promise. “Let’s come back here in 20 years…regardless of where we are, who we’re with, regardless of consequences. Let’s make it back to where it began.” I had said to him. “We’re going to be together forever. We will have three beautiful girls that would look just like you.” “Even though. Promise me, no matter what, we’ll both be standing here together, at this same time, same date in 20 years…” “I promise…” That was what he had said to me, but he left six months later after I had found out I was pregnant with his child. He had promised. What was I doing here
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Dear Journal…(4)

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Dear journal, I saw him him today. Adeyemi. The man who destroyed me. He was at the supermarket with someone else, holding her hand, suggesting my favorite snacks to her. My heart broke all over again as I watched him kiss her hand. He used to do that with me. I watched as he leaned down, and kissed her cheek. He used to love doing that to me. I wondered if he told her he loved her. I wondered if he told her he wanted her to be the mother of his children. “I want a whole army, and I want you to be their mother.” That’s what he had said to me, and now I’m wondering if he’s saying the same thing to her. I thought finding out he was cheating was the worse pain I could feel. No. Finding out that he was now together with the woman he had cheated on me with was more pain than I could bear. That’s what he had said to me, and now I’m wondering if he’s saying the same thing to her. I thought finding out he was cheating was the worse pain I could
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Dear Journal…(3)

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Dear Journal, I did it. I finally did it. I finally killed my uncle. He deserved it. I had prayed and prayed, and it seemed that the higher powers were sleeping or having a party…so, I decided to not disrupt their fun. He had taken custody of me when I was 16, after my parents had died in the crash. And for the first year, he had cared for me. Not just him. His wife, and his two sons too. Till today, I wonder what went wrong. What had happened? I still wonder why he would decide to hurt me in the worst way possible. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I was sleeping in my room. Sulking as always. And I heard my door creak open, and I saw the silhouette of an adult male. “Uncle…” He lifted his finger to his mouth, and hushed me. I sat up on my bed and saw
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