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KEPT WOMAN

I hear the whispers

I see your sneers

The disdain in your eyes and

the contempt your upturned noses fling at me.

*

“Side chick!” one hisses.

“Ashawo”, the other snarls.

“Husband-snatching witch,” the whole room choruses in unison.

*

But,

I also see the fear

Carelessly hidden behind

your mocking eyes

And the envy your jeers can’t disguise.

*

What draws your men to me,

you wonder

Over and over again

Like pigs to a trough.

*

What right have I to all that freedom?

*

Watch it, sister.

Your midnight ponderings

are beginning to take a toll

on your edges.

*

I have to admit, though

I’m a big fan of the way

you get up every day

Subservient stance in place

Picture-perfect smile at the ready

*

“Because,” you sniff to yourself,

“You’re the Mrs after all.”

He comes home to you after all

And The Other Woman is all I’ll ever be.

*

But, doll, you don’t understand

That’s all I intend to be

You miss the plot

But I forgive your cluelessness

*

Because I was once YOU

Eager to find the man

who would complete me

Eager to be his Mrs

Eager to serve society.

*

But society wasn’t there to return the favour

When he threw me across the room

In a fit of rage

Barely three months after “I do”

*

Society stayed silent

While I learneed to conceal my black eyes

Endured the countless broken ribs

And pretended the close shave in which I escaped

with a damaged womb never happened.

*

Until a wine glass

Aimed at me

Went for my little boy instead

Permanently scarring his beautiful face

*

I’d run out of tears to shed

So I cradled his bloodstained body to mine

Grateful that his vitals were safe

Then I packed my bags.

*

Is that a tear in your eye?

There’s no need for that, dear

You need them more than I do

Because I made the scumbag pay

*

His charred remains

Buried under the blackened ruins

Of what was once our home

Those walls, those silent sturdy walls, can testify to that.

*

Your men come to me

Each hoping to be The One

Who tames the savage

And makes her ‘submit’.

*

What they don’t expect

Is the intoxicating lure of my wildness

Or the unbridled debauched passion

I offer them beneath the sheets.

*

Sometimes, while in my arms

They ramble and ramble

About you who nag them to tears

And you who’s a limp rag doll in bed.

*

Sometimes I listen

And say the words their ears crave

Then I kiss them all over

And send them home to you.

*

Do you understand now?

I send them home to you.

Do you see now

That the joke’s on you?

*

I’m not fit to be a mother, you sneer

In a final attempt to hurt

Your words hit home, I admit

And unexpectedly so.

*

Maybe you’re right.

Especially since society agrees

But I hope the boy who’s the centre of my world

Someday grows up to understand.

*

Until then

Come at me with your puerile slurs

While I enjoy this freedom

Which eludes even your dreams.

Written by Emerald


About shakespeareanwalter

Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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4 comments

  1. Wonderful.
    Congratulations Emerald

  2. Wow!
    Just wow! There is one thing about telling the story from the other point of view.
    This was beautiful to read.

  3. I could see every words you wrote in pictures… I could feel all the Feels… Nice one dear..

  4. Pauline 'Lina' Ife

    Waoh!!!
    Courageous…
    Beautiful piece Emerald.

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