Cmdr Ben with
an eye for “point and kill”
recognized her weak attempts at concealment even though he was amongst those
who partook in brokering the traditional rites. Another victim? I care less now
for the silver thread has been broken. Onome(of
known repute) schooled her and was also schooled – birds of a feather flock
together. But despite her past, she knew the value of family whilst as a
priestess you had taken vows of destruction. The night shifts for work were her
regular excuses and coming home braless was the height of indiscretion. My
relationship with all the Godly women I knew were all banished by you and my
attempt at being weak with April5 was
used to pummel me and taunt my convictions and faith, nothing would trifle with
that was the vow that goes with a relationship with the slain Lamb and so I
cast off despite me knowing I was more of a positive support than the contrary
which you implied. However great is the cost of commitment, priceless the gift
of parenthood.
Your list of clients are endless – an uncontrollable
passion for what belongs to others; Obiora
Maduewesi, you gleefully and forgetfully let it slip in your many ribald
jokes of how small his penile length was but notwithstanding that you solicited
his amorous advances. I recall your nudity as you planned a clandestine tryst
with him by virtue of his job as a pharmaceutical rep, offering to call in sick
at work just to spend the day with him. Like Jezebel, you gave him no breathing
space until you had destroyed his marriage even as you ‘counseled’ him and
taken over his wife’s vineyard. Like the scalp hunters, you eagerly displayed
his bloodied scalp on your belt even as he followed after you – a lost soul,
promising to marry you whatever the cost.
Can a pig be removed from its self imposed grandiose of filth?
Definitely not! But such was your ordination that you were and are destined but
for one purpose and all who come in contact with you tag along with you to your
end.
In Oghara, you were the choice of your lewd bosses –
summoning you to their various locations so much that the staff of their
resident hotels knew you at sight. Displaying your utter lack of decency, you
would in addition, just like the serial killers avidly collect the mementos
from their victims – shower caps, bath gels, shampoos, body lotions were so
much in abundance that you would have become a profiteer in such merchandise.
You were an object of such derision to your supervisors dedicated to their
duties but an object of fun and use to those who recognized and acknowledged
your wares. Jeroh displayed your
welcome form of greeting – a hearty caress on your buttocks even in the full
glare of your spouse. But no, your defense was it was your waist. Coming back
disheveled and without underwear was a norm until an ultimatum was given so you
took to taking a shower after immersing yourself in filth.
Without standards, the dangling scrotum of Mohammed appealed to you whilst he
sought to make his living as a tailor and in your days of suspension for gross
incompetence at the office – the Queen
of hearts, as sordid as a brothel could only be became your office where
you received your numerous clients. A shameless display of your nudity, like a
sewer, you readily received and were engorged with the seed of many. Cliff, the gas man – cast his bulk on
you and yet so cursed were you that you had no will to rethink even in your
moments of lucidity. Variety was your trip, penile sizes mattered less because
you are consigned to be destroyed. Casting aside with derision the pleas of the
wise women to turn around, you laughed in their faces and used their homes as
guises to fill up your diary and launch off to attend to the demands of your
many clients. Still I watched, bound to a summons and a conviction that only
grace could sustain. Your own seed you left unattended to and Her Protector
kept her from being sexually abused as a child whilst you were in the throes of
whorish passion.
Petty Steve,
your liaison and pimp in Port Harcourt avidly set you up even as you ostensibly
accompanied his girlfriend to visit him but on the side, you pillaged what was
hers whilst consoling her about men. Ekaette
was already your ally and whilst she struggled to keep what was hers, you
persisted in your ways. Sworn to the ways of the maiden of the waters, like a
bitch on heat, yours was uncontrollable. “Come and taste my waters, you called
out on the streets!” Mopol Paul waited
anxiously for you everyday – the highway check point was not too inappropriate
for you either, yours was a destiny to carry out, a purpose to be served, an
itch to be attended to. None was too low or too high for you. The corporate
take-away snack of Zain dignitaries – forthnitely ‘trainings’ were your
means to meet the insatiable demands of the lewd managers and religiously you
applied yourself even at the detriment of a daughter who never had a mother, a
distraction and burden she would always be and peace will forever elude you
neither will you ever enjoy the joy of a mother.
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