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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.



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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  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. Waoh!!!
    Beautiful piece Emerald.

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