My Child

Zikki094

by Zikki094

Story
1999

He left but that was after he inflicted bruises and injuries on me. I cried so hard. I guess he has gone to drink to stupor with his friends and baby mamas.

Jemimah, my only child , came out staring at me with tears in her eyes. She was the only reason why I was still on this suicide mission called “marriage” for the past seven years but I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I had to do what I felt was right. I drew her close and gave her a piece of advice, “Don’t marry a man like your father.” She nodded her head in affirmation. I guess that was her reply.

I took her back to her room, sang her a lullaby as I watched my angel go to sleep.

He came back around 12 am and was drunk as usual. “Where is this woman?” I heard his voice, that thunderous voice that melts mountain. He came towards my room and he broke the flower vase there. I quickly sprang up from my bed and went to meet him to hold him but he pushed me aside. “Where’s my food?”

I quickly rushed to the kitchen to get his food. A sad smile played on my lips as I poured the whitish substance into his food. I placed the food on the dinning table and called him, “Sir, your food is served.” He quickly rushed to the dinning room from the parlour,pushing me aside once more and devouring the food.

I went into my daughter’s room and pecked her with tears in my eyes like a river as his shouts of pain and agony engrossed the house. Then I heard his shouts no more. I was happily sad.

Neighbors gathered our home in the morning, I wailed! I cried! I shouted! I rolled on the floor! My life was over. Autopsy proved he was poisoned. I turned myself in. I didn’t want to stress the investigating team.

I was handcuffed and was taken to the station. I turned to my child and said, “Don’t marry a man like your father”. All I could hear was cries of “mummy, don’t leave me.” I wept for my child.

© Zikki094 2023-03-28