I stood comfortably in between the
railways waiting for it to come - my freedom. It had taken me several
attempts to get this close to my long awaited freedom. Every attempt in
the past had been a little bit late, but today, I was on time, waiting
for the arrival.
Life had always been sweet until the news
dug deep into dad's chest and left him shattered in a constant state of
delirium. It all began one Friday night when he came back late at night
looking disoriented. He had come home with heavy stench of alcohol and
when mom inquired, he hushed her with a slap and several fist pummeling
while spurting, "you're the reason I just lost my job. You and that
witch daughter of yours. Give me my own child!"
told me when I turned five that she had been barren and her marriage had
been full of sadness until I came. She told me that the day she picked
me up from the sewage marked the beginning of her happiness.
"Where's that witch daughter of yours," dad thundered followed by a
heavy thud that shook me.
I felt relieved from my room
where I heard everything that had happened and suddenly, I heard heavy
footfalls coming up the stairs. I made to lock my door but his bulk
feature was standing before me. I retreated back in terror upon meeting
him at the door. I stopped, expecting the impact of a slap on my cheek
but I felt nothing. I opened my eyes and saw the leering smile on his
face and I knew he was up to mischief.
He had his way with
me that night and every other night. That night was the last I heard or
saw mom. He told me she went parking that night, and if only I'd allow
him make me a woman, I could bore him a child that she couldn't.
Morning, afternoon, night, he had me in a ruthless manner. Thrusting
deep in me and shattering my womb. I complained of the pain one night
but he told me I had no option than to be submissive to him.
couldn't bear the pain anymore, I wanted my freedom. To break free. The
kitchen knife that slit his throat while he was jerking on me gave me
the leap of faith. I knew I had done him a favour; I had freed him from
his bondage, from the demon that possessed him, but I never wanted same
type of freedom.
I wanted something peaceful.
I could see
the face of my freedom now. It had a bright light; almost blinding me
and I heard the horn blaring---the trumpet, I presumed. I stepped onto
the the railway by my right, closed my eyes for the transition and in
the blackness of my shut eyes, I saw mom smiling down at me, beckoning
me home. Then I whispered;
"Mom, I'm coming home."
Augustine Malizu, hails from Anambra State. Currently serving in Minna, Niger State. He started writing short stories and poems on May 29 2015. He is fun loving young guy that loves reading, writing, listening and talking. A lover of nature and adventure.
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