A short story for your weekend. Regards
I am not crazy. Just mad. Yes mad!
Mad as mad can be, that I allowed this to be me.
You cheated on me, playing hanky panky, with all the fancy ladies.
I took it with stoicism, and a whole bunch of Catholicism.
You walloped me up, and pummeled me down.
I tried to run, but never got far.
I turned to you, yes you, you, all of you.
Y’all said to return, have faith and pray some more.
I fretted, I pleaded, but deaf ears could not hearken.
I prayed, I cried, I fasted and I called on all the Gods.
But it seemed neither Heaven nor Hell cared to hear my call.
Now I am here, trapped in this bubble.
My soul is anguished, raging with fury.
Do the dead talk? Who knows?
Soon enough you will know!
My name is Nnedimma and I have a lot to…
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Powerful story Jacqui.
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Thank you Edwina. It came from a friends experience 😦
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Such a powerful piece and so sadly realistic. Why do we keep telling women that their men’s bad behavior is their own fault, that it is the woman’s fault if the marriage fails due to the man being abusive and unfaithful? If only you would do this, that, the other thing, then he will be happy and not beat you as much. But no, he is the one who must change, and if not, he does not deserve a good woman.
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Definitely! Some men are a bundle of issues and no woman would be good enough for them! I think its unfair to expect any woman to live in a violent and abusive relationship just to please other people. Such men need help and will never stop unless something happens 😦
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Powerfully written heart-breaking and far too common a story.
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Carved from a true story too. What I fail to understand is why it keeps happening? Why stay in a violent relationship? That’s no way to live!
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