A collab between:
Faith Olawale (sage) & Faith Daniel (Raniel)

I wake up dazed, to the sound of continuous thumping. I tried to decipher if it was the splitting headache or my parents. It was a struggle to open my eyes and I regretted it immediately. The morning rays pierced through like a knife on melted butter.
I came out of my room all dressed for school and walked right past my father like he was a fly on the wall. He smelled of piss and alcohol and a faint tinge of blood that wasn't his. Mama was in the kitchen, just 34, but years of living in this hell hole made her look fifty. I looked at the swollen mass of red on her face and for a second wondered who stood in front of me.
She looked at me pleadingly and all I felt was rage for her, and more for myself, because I know she tolerated all this because of me. She stayed with this beast because he was our provider.
I stomped off the shit hole and heard her break a sob , I angrily wiped mine off and was disgusted at both of us. The day passed like a haze and a feeling of gloom clung to me like a splinter in my toe. It had a familiar scent too.The one- eyed beast in my dream with the smell of burning flesh seemed to be a breath away looming over me, invisible, looking for a prey.
I walked home and for a moment, I stood there looking at this beautiful place, wondering why it was filled with so much filth.
The door opened soundlessly and I was welcomed with a trail of blood. My vision was blurry and my ears became mute, only to the sound of my heart throbbing. I followed the trail, more like I floated with the trail and it led me right to where I guessed it would.
I flung the door and saw my father towering over Mama. He held a cigarette with bloody knuckles. I touched my mom, I shook my mom, I slapped her again and again. She just laid there, still, staring back, soulless.
With each ragged breath I took, I welcomed the beast, allowed it tendrils flow through my veins and welcomed the smell, tasting its hunger for blood.
I looked at my father, he had a smirk. I laughed. I launched at him with a leap and before he could figure out what was going on, my hairpin was in his neck. I slashed, reveled in the splash of blood. He trashed, but the strength in me was not mine. I dragged the lamp and smashed it on his skull, stabbing him with his remains. He died, but I wasn't done. I ripped his throat with my teeth, sliced his tummy, dragged out everything and wrapped it round his head.
I stood there heaving, pleased with my art.


Iblis:
Permeating the sacred bond of family,
Painting love black, and
Causing rot in purity of matrimony.

It breaks the heart of God
As the society is poisoned daily
And we see it today
How meaningless love has turned out to be.

Now mummy is no longer in love with daddy,
Shouts and fights and endless arguing;
Foundational cracking,
Losing faith in the hearts of the offspring.

We have all seen domestic violence,
The effects of it on children and spouses.
Tearing down walls of sanctity;
Influences every second even from our screens.

The society is like a giant slice of pizza
Decaying from the center.
And it has caused havoc in homes,
It has torn families asunder

Iblis is glad;
As everything goes bad.
Now sons hate their fathers
And daughters disregard their mothers.

Iblis is proud;
As we no longer pay attention to what counts.
Our minds, poisoned by the pleasures of the world
And our spirits dulled; no longer visible to hear from the creator.

Iblis is winning the war,
Because it knows that tearing down the family dynamic,
Breaks down the intended fabric of society.
Throwing all into satanic chaos and evil anarchy.

To correct a nation, you correct the leaders,
To correct the leaders, you correct the society,
To correct the society, you correct the family,
And to correct the family, you correct the individual

To keep iblis from winning,
To build a godly family, we need to trace back purity
To overcome domestic violence, we need correction of spirit
Because iblis desperately needs to destroy all family.

©sage&Raniel