Today, I saw him hit her again...
...but this time it looked different to me. The rage in his eyes was beautiful and when his fist found its way to her skin in blows and slaps, I heard and saw a skillful drummer, beating his instrument and producing wonderful songs. I use to wonder why God kept quiet during these times. Maybe it's because God's vessels are a collection of broken things or maybe He likes them beautiful and broken. I knew I have heard those lines somewhere and it obviously was not from the Literature class in your school. Mrs Kene, the Literature teacher wasn't that smart to come up with such lines. All she ever did was sit there and tell Bridget, the short light skinned girl who told the class how she travelled the streets of London, to read in that her forced British accent. Sometimes I wonder how no one else noticed she had a little Aba feel to the accent, is Aba English a language element in one of the places she visited in London?
Today, I find myself loving how Papa hit Mama because yesterday I became a Man or so my friends told me. Obinna, Ejiofor, and Anslem have had various rendezvous with women and they openly made a boast of each encounter. The most embarrassing part for me was when Ejiofor, the smallest and the youngest of the squad talked about his escapades with Nneka, the Principal daughter in the school farm. In the end, it seemed I would die a Virgin; at least I would say I died like Jesus on the Cross, a Virgin.
Obinna came up with a master plan to get me into the game and the squad had it all figured out but they kept me in the dark. Fast forward to 35 minutes 56 seconds later, I am before my victim. Bridget the midget was on the floor, trembling as my friends laughed and took turns in defiling her forcefully. It is my turn and I can hear her faint voice begging me.
.... Watch out for next episode...
TOMORROW IS A PICTURE WE FRAME IN OUR MIND is a series written by Edaki Aaron, a budding writer and Digital Communication Expert who believes God's best soldiers are really a collection of broken things. This story seeks to take you on a journey through the childhood of a Young Nigerian from the Eastern part of the country. With this story, you get the understanding of how actions we engage in today becomes ingredients that makes our dishes tomorrow.
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