It wasn’t a side eye but it was sharp, it even wasn’t a muscular fist but it was deafening . who would imagine such a merry man so bad .I ended up blaming myself how I didn’t see it coming. In the meantime something warm and fluidly flashed between my legs,what a shame I exclaimed underneath my breath. I thought the man was outside town on that day so I invited some friends over for games and the like, so as the day ended one culprit chose to remain ,the one who delays being satisfied until the hit from my husband satisfied his unquenched celebration. He lay down flooded with blood as I was receiving my portion of beating which my jealousy, ununderstanding husband claimed to be my right.I cried to the dryness of my voice and worse enough there wasn’t a nearby neighborhood so we had to endure the torture as we thought on how to survive the day , hell and it’s turmoils was about to receive new members when a little girl came to our rescue. Aged almost 13 she passed by to ask for a way through finding out a pool of blood and breathlessness and that’s when she hurriedly ran and called people to help. The girl was called Msaneza and that’s where my first girl’s name was born . He now lays in jail as I unapologetically live my best life.
© LettyMarmo