I saw you that night, as you plunged the knife into him. He gasped for breath and blood spilled on the cold, white tiles. You panicked and were flustered, not knowing what to do next. It was as if you were about to give up the ghost too and you almost wished you were dead. Suddenly, you stood up and came back with a big sack.You walked gingerly over to where the body laid, careful not to wake your children who you put to sleep just 2 hours before.
Funsho’s body was heavy but you didn’t mind, you could manage on your own. You started with his legs, dragging him by his toes into the sack. Then came the upper body, you managed to do this without making noise. One would think you were a skilled hired killer, especially because you knew where to target. Oh, I saw you watch videos of where to aim a knife when trying to kill someone. You didn’t know this, but you’ll absent mindedly stay beside me during this and I would peer into your cell, your eyes widening and the veins on your head almost wanting to pop out. The sack didn’t contain his body, you had to find another to hide his torso, leaving things messier than you intended. You cleaned the floor, wiped some blood off the sacks. By the time you were done, the clock on the wall said 5AM. The kids needed to be ready for school by 7:30, you had to act fast. In no time, you were done with it all. and no one would have guessed you killed your husband overnight. All was done, you thought. The body was in the sacks, the floor was wiped clean, even the knife used was washed thoroughly, when you remembered you didn’t make any plans for where to hide the body. But you’ll worry about that later, you had to groom the kids first.
__________________________________
It’s quiet now, and the room is dimly lit. Your sobs are the only thing that can be heard. You’re on the settee in your spacious bedroom, wearing the tiger skin Shein blouse he got you on his last trip to Paris. I know because I saw you squeal for joy. It was a delight to watch you. You checked your arm and face and you wondered why the bruises won’t heal. They were all over your body, even on the parts where his hands and lips have roamed.
The first time Funsho hit you, I saw it. I’d have helped, if only I could talk. You both were having an argument. again, he was raising his voice and you hadn’t come this far to be yelled at. You yelled back and what I guessed was his ego couldn’t allow that. He raised his hand to strike you. You were shocked at first, but after a while, you regained your composure. You had to do something, you raised your hand in a bid to scare him a little but another slap had landed before you knew it. Then chaos began. He punched you with so much force that whatever love you had for him up to that moment evaporated that instant. This happened again and again, I saw it all, I was there.
If you enjoyed reading this, please clap for your girlll, it will go a long way. It also helps with pushing it out to more people, thank you.
