IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
Written by Temi Akintade
Chapter 7
I glanced at the mirror before me and I realized that I had added more weight because my obvious collarbone was no longer visible and my hips were visibly rounded my brown skin was more like brown chocolate now and I was certain that I turned heads everywhere I went.
The weather was hot in Senegal and I didn’t bother turning on the air conditioner because I had opened the windows.
I wanted to feel how the birds felt, gliding their way past the tall pole wire and flapping their wings high up in the sky as though they were free.
I hesitated.
Why was I suddenly jealous of the birds? They were free and I wasn’t. After all, they didn’t cause my present predicament. Annoyed, I closed the windows and turned on the air-conditioner.
I slumped on the bed. Facing the white chandelier. We were in Senegal for our third honeymoon or should I say- bitter moon?
I released a dry laugh. I was now officially a bitter woman that I never was. Ebube had made me, no. I made myself a bitter woman. Every night while I struggled to sleep, I would hear my husband mast..urb..ating and watching por…nog..raphy as though I didn’t even exist. Not for one day did he get aroused by me.
IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
After months of wetting my pillow with tears, I finally told Joy and she told me that she would take me to see a man when we return. But I didn’t even feel like returning to Nigeria. I felt at home with the Senegalese.
Every evening, I would roam the busy street of Senegal alone, and sometimes, hand in hand with my husband when he was in the mood to show me off to his second world, Social media.
On one of those evenings, I rose to my feet and took my usual stroll.
I laughed at the local musicians singing in their dialect and I would laugh at young lovers who were making out right behind the small kiosk in the dark or even beneath the tall palm trees.
I got to Hadeja’s store where she sold roasted corn. I was her customer and I always left her with enormous tips and she would flash me a gap-toothed smile.
I bought the corn and I was about to leave when she signaled me to talk. She rose to speak with me. And then she said,
“I know you are unhappy. What is wrong?”
I smiled. I was glad by the end of the evening that I had made a genuine friend in Senegal. She had given me something- something that I would put in my husband’s meal. It wasn’t a love portion.
It was something that would get him aroused and make him bed me that night. And so I took it home and single-handedly prepared Ebube’s meal since I sent the cooks to their quarters.
Afterward, Ebube came in and ate the meal. An hour later, while we were watching a movie on TV, something happened…..
IMASUEN’S PLIGHT : CHAPTER 1 – THE END
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