January 13, 2013 at 7:58am ·
I let him slip my Lingerie off, no it was no lingerie.
I wore a patched Bra because he could not afford to get me one, even the ones sold for N100 at the local market,
My pant was discoloured and stretched from wash and tear,
He pulled it from between my legs the last thread that held it together was gone, as a result of his "ectasy", that's the lie I tell myself but really it was because of the animal in him.
He watered my mouth with kisses and pushed away the pots and plates with one stride of his desire driven legs.Next it was his bed, pushing away the books, clothes and all, soon we dropped onto the bed like the "udara fruit" falls to the ground only to get shattered.
At this point I realised this was nothing like what I wanted.
I wanted him to kick my toes sore, make my every move matter
I expected him to keep his eyes glued to mine,telling me, reassuring me how mch he loved me, none of that happened.
He used a pillow over my face and devoured my breast, he shook them like an hungry child shaking an orange tree with unripe oranges.He pulled at my breast like the waves pull at the fisherman's canoe and all I could do was weep I started lying to myself all over again.
I told myself he was shy that was why he put a pillow over my face.
I told myself I was most beautiful and seeing my Bare body was driving him crazy wit desire.
I told myself he was "wowed" because he had never seen a body as beautiful as mine.
He bite and tore at my breast while i laid in pain. Soon he moved to my "den" only that there was no lion in me it had died long ago.He started on my "Honeywell" but the bees were long gone. He held his nostrils and in that moment I died.
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If there was something I was sure of it was my hygiene level...I wept like a baby but it didn't deter him, soon his face changed he looked more of a monster with such fierceness he tore at my legs, spreading them so wide that I ached, I begged him to stop but he wouldn't .
He did not "rape" me not at all cos I went to him,he rode on and in me like I was for the dustbin, he rode like I was to be destroyed after...he sapped all that was left in me, after a few moments all I could feel was emptiness.
He moved and laid aside and I only laid on the floor still weeping and clutching at my breast as if there was anything to hide,next he tapped me on the shoulder and said the words that sent me to a place of torture and here it goes.....
"Are u sleeping? No oh!! Get dressed my friend is coming over".
I summed up courage to ask him which friend as I knew all his friends, the answer was not far fetched as what I heard next was a sonorous female voice saying "Honey", a beautiful lady walked in, I admit I was for the dustbin and she was for the palace. I thought to sing her one of Dolly Parton's tracks "JOLENE" but had lost my voice,with all the shame left in me I walked to d heap of my clothes and started to get dressed.
My bra could not fit anymore, my pant war too torn to hold or fit, as I lifted my face the sight that met me almost killed me. The beast that had fed on my body was pulling at d blouse of another woman.
I got the shredded rags left of my clothes and rushed out, just in the nick of time I heard him say my name only to be met with my torn pant on my face and he said "YOU FORGOT THIS"*****
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